When I Come Around - Part 15
Pairing: Billie Joe/other
Disclaimer: I don't own Green Day. Only in my dreams
For three special birthdays xxx
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
Part 13 http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2979489.html
Part 14 http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2983504.html
Billie closed the door behind them to shut out the chill of the evening, shrugged off his jacket and threw his keys next to the coffee maker, all with a huge grin plastered over his face. Jay’s first priority was to get a beer from the refrigerator, passing a second to Billie, downing a good amount of it before surfacing for air. He rested against the cool marble of the counter, watching Billie sip his drink delicately.
“Well, he didn’t beg for me to go back. Looks like you’re stuck with me, Billie.”
“Yeah. Shame about that. Poor me.”
“Bitch.” Jay finished his beer and took Billie’s half-full bottle from him to free his hands for a hug. “So do ya wanna go unload the truck now?”
“It can wait til the morning. I think my garage is warmer than your old bedroom. Your stuff will be okay out there for tonight, unless there’s something you want.”
“No, tomorrow’s fine. I got the important stuff right here.” Jay patted a pocket padded by his wallet, complete with ID and driver’s licence. He really had left in a hurry - whoever mugged him on that first night away from home must have been very disappointed with their haul. “Lori’s nice, isn’t she?”
“She’s great. I think she was more nervous than we were. She’s certainly less of a lightweight with booze than you are. Sheesh, and your dad - he hit that whisky pretty hard.”
“Yeah, well, he’d had quite a shock.”
“Shit, yeah. Sorry.” Billie stroked over the clear, fair skin of Jay’s temple, letting his fingers continue beyond his hairline, leaning back to take in the widest view. “She reminds me a lot of you, her spirit, her outlook on life. Perhaps your personality didn’t change so much after all. Just hold off on the bone-breaking and needing stitches shit, right?”
Jay giggled softly, turning his head to kiss Billie’s arm. “I’ll try, promise.”
”So what do you wanna do now?”
“No fucking clue. What are my options?”
“Well, it’s still early. We can get washed up and go out if you want. We got fuck all food in the house, I still didn’t buy you that steak and it is Saturday night. Loading up all your shit gave me an appetite”
“Saturday, fuck, yeah. That means your party was a week ago.”
“Seems longer than that. Shit, so much has happened in a week!”
“It sounds kinda stupid, but it feels like I’ve always been here. I mean, it’s probably because of my fucking memory, but ...” Jay had the sad and empty look in his eyes again, although it was soon kissed into oblivion. “I feel like I belong here with you, not there, not with him.”
“You live wherever you want to live, Jay. Do what you want, be who you want to be. And it doesn’t sound stupid, not to me anyway. After they put you in the ambulance, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, couldn’t keep my mind on my work. I had to go to the hospital, had to see you again.”
“I’m so fucking glad that you did.”
“Yeah, me too. But it was like something was drawing me to you, like we were meant to meet - like this was meant to be.”
The predictable kiss was tender in the extreme, reaffirming the bond between two people whose desire to be together had taken them through a roller-coaster ride of highs and lows for the past seven days. In the scheme of things, their path had been easy. In such a relatively short time, they had discovered Jay’s true identity, his hidden talent, and the solid support from everyone whose opinion mattered for their deepening-by-the-day love. This truly had been a whirlwind romance, sweeping them both into unknown territory from its outset, but even at this early stage in their partnership, talking about forever felt quite natural. So did the way their bodies fitted perfectly in their tightening embrace, and the growing hunger in the kiss. Eventually, Jay released himself with a bliss-filled sigh.
“Fuck, I needed that.”
”Yeah, me too. It was kinda snatched at your dad’s place. Not enough to give you a boner, thank fuck.”
“It was a close thing, but Dad sorta killed the mood for me.”
“Good thing, too. Mmmmm. It’s worked this time.” Billie caressed the bulging front of Jay’s pants and asked a question to which he thought he already knew the answer. “How do you feel about a quickie before we go eat?” Billie carried on, smiling at Jay’s quizzical look. For some reason, the answering a question with a question thing no longer annoyed him. “A quick fuck - or a blow job - just to make you more comfortable down here. Besides, obvious hard-ons in public places tend to attract attention.”
Jay was a little preoccupied with Billie’s hand to answer immediately, added to the fact that he had just been given a hard decision to make. “Jeez. How quick?”
Billie snorted into Jay’s shoulder, already unbuckling the drummer’s belt. “Quick’s not always good but .... you wearing your watch?”
Jay pulled back his sleeve, proudly displaying what had apparently been his 21st birthday gift from his father. “Yeah. It’s still working, too.”
“Okay. Time this.”
Jay finally got his steak. It was still relatively early in the evening, and being Billie Joe Armstrong meant that finding space at his first choice restaurant was easy, in spite of the large numbers of diners out for pre-holiday celebrations. It was delicious, but they ate relatively little, and they ate quickly, tucked away at a corner table lit by a single candle, even sugar-fiend Jay passing on dessert. All through the closest they had ever got to a date night, they giggled and flirted, holding hands in full view of anyone that walked past their table, largely oblivious to everything outside their own little world. Like any regular couple, they clinked glasses in toasts to their future (wine for Jay, water for Billie, who had insisted on driving again), they shared food, even fed each other with morsels of bread soaked in the sauces wiped from their plates. When they left, they did so hand in hand, not caring who saw them. They were in love and now it was okay for the world to know it.
Back home again, the door was double-locked behind them this time. Jay put the almost-full wine bottle that he’d been hugging all the way back from the restaurant onto the counter, next to Billie’s unfinished beer from earlier, and hung his jacket over the back of one of the stools. Billie joined him a second later, also down to shirtsleeves, taking a swig from the wine before leaving a faintly crimson-hued lip-stain on Jay’s temple.
“Good?”
“Fucking good. Best food yet. Apart from your Mom’s.”
“You should have eaten more. We’re gonna starve until Bernie shops on Monday.”
“We’ll live. Or get take-out.” He buried his head in Billie’s shoulder, sniffing deep and giggling enough to shake both of their bodies. “Or eat each other.”
“Mmm, yeah. I know where I’d start eating you.” Billie gave out a filthy chuckle and explored Jay’s crotch through his jeans, although the drummer reacted as much as he would have done if he were naked. “I wonder how many calories there are in jizz.”
“I bet Carrie knows.”
“Fuck, yeah. That’s probably one of the reasons she never blew me. Perhaps I should call and ask her.” Billie exploded again, right in Jay’s ear. “Better yet, ask her in person. I wanna see her reaction when I thank her for turning me gay!”
“Fuck, Billie, you wouldn’t, would you?”
“Yeah, you’re right, i wouldn’t, but just imagine her face. It’s pretty much the ultimate insult for a woman like her.”
“I don’t think I ever saw a photo of her. Did you even have any?”
“There’s a few official ones in magazines, from awards shows, that kind of thing, but she hated me just taking random pictures of her on my phone. If I did, she deleted them. Jay ....”
“Mmmmm?”
“Are you ready to see pictures of us together in the press? i mean, it’s gonna happen sooner or later. It’s cool, right?”
“Yeah, it’s cool. As long as it wasn’t tonight, when you didn’t tell me I’d got ketchup on my chin.”
Billie licked at the said facial feature, chuckling again. “You looked so fucking cute. Fuck, I love....”
A tongue slipped into his mouth turned the end of the sentence into a long, resonant hum. Billie became vaguely aware of movement somewhere between them, but the kiss pretty much emptied his conscious mind as fast as it filled his cock. A short, sharp pain in his nipple made him catch his breath, and he realised that the movement was his shirt being wrestled from him, bathing his upper body in a rush of cooler air. He began to feel light headed, not least of all because he had completely forgotten to breathe. Jay pulled away just in time, and Billie gulped in half a lungful of oxygen until teeth too-briefly replaced fingernails, and he gasped again. Jay was now unbuttoning his own shirt, not easy in the tight space between him and the boyfriend who had suddenly lost the ability to stand unaided, the counter the only thing keeping them upright, but he managed to struggle free, eager to feel the heat of his lover’s skin on his. Billie rested his head on Jay’s newly-bared shoulder, slender fingers exploring every dip and ridge of his torso and muttering ‘beautiful ...’ like it was the only word in his vocabulary. Another kiss followed, hungrier and longer than the last, and by the time they were done, they were in almost complete darkness, and filled to the brim with desire for each other. Billie stretched for the light switch, blinking rapidly to focus on the sight before him, now intent on giving some detailed attention to Jay’s perfectly-illuminated chest. Kisses turned to licks, licks turned to a quick, gentle bite on the thick tendon at the base of Jay’s neck, from where it was but a short way to his ear. For good measure, Billie took a half step closer and pressed his hips hard against his lover’s.
“God, Billie, feels so good!”
Billie stopped sucking on a fleshy lobe to speak, although he resumed as soon as his lisping, muffled sentence ended. “Erogenous zone.”
“Huh?”
A long gust of warm breath accompanied the sigh in Jay’s ear, making him shudder from head to toe. “Erogenous zones. Parts of your body that make you feel horny when they’re touched.”
“So pretty much all over for you?”
“Pretty much. Mmmmm ... so do you want to take this upstairs - get comfortable? We can take the wine with us, maybe some beer. check out some more erogenous zones?”
“Sounds great, but ...” The drummer gave a slow, sly smile, dipped, and turned on the spot, effectively presenting his ass to Billie on a plate. He continued, much softer, a pleading note in his voice that sent Billie’s insides into a vertical drop. “How about we do that after?”
“Shit, Jay, you’re as bad as I am!”
“But bad’s good, right?”
“Fuck, yeah. Real good. Stay there, Gorgeous. I’ll be right back.”
Taking one quick, approving glance at the half-dressed figure leaning over the counter, Billie set about making his preparations. A short blast of chilled air wafted over Jay’s back, signalling the opening and closing of the refrigerator, and then, with the clink of china on marble, a saucer was placed in front of him, bearing an oblong, foil-wrapped package. Billie whispered.
“It worked for me this morning. I promise, you’re gonna be fine.”
“Yeah, I will. Go for it.” With that, Jay settled his head into his folded arms with a purr of contentment that grew louder as Billie gripped his waist, drawing them closer together. From there, his fingers slipped forwards, down the crease between Jay’s stomach and the top of his legs, easing off pants and underwear from his bent body with a soft swoosh of fabric on flesh. Leaving a dozen kisses down the ridge of Jay’s spine, Billie crouched to lift each of his legs in turn and complete the job of stripping his lover naked, marking the return journey to Jay’s neck with a further trail of kisses over skin that was now dotted with goose-bumps The resulting shiver prompted Billie’s next question.
“You okay? Not too cold down here? We can go to the bedroom if you’d rather ...”
“Fuck, no. I think you found another one of those zones. I’m loving this.”
“I’m loving it, too. You’ve got a great body, love these shoulders ... and this.” Jay squirmed as Billie squeezed his ass, and it was impossible to tell which of them made the loudest noise. In turn, the muscle tensed and then yielded to the pressure of fingers, and, as soon as resistance was at its lowest, Billie reacquainted himself with the most private parts of his lover. The drummer relaxed still further, rewarded with a barrage of delicate, circular strokes from the softest of fingertips, and even this early in the proceedings, Jay found himself pushing back to increase contact, moaning constantly. “Whoa, steady. We got all the time in the world, Love.”
“Yeah, I know but ...” Jay’s voice hitched, then rose half an octave. “Fuck, I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”
“Me, in a moment if I get half a chance! Shit, I never saw you this worked up before, but I love it.” Billie dropped kiss number twenty-something onto Jay’s back and reached for the saucer, dragging it across the marble towards him. “Fuck, this hasn’t had time to warm up yet.”
“ ‘S’okay. Billie ...”
“Yeah, I know. Stick your tail out a little more for me. That’s it.”
Jay closed his eyes and bit his lip, now relying on his other senses to let him know what was happening behind him, but that just seemed to make the anticipation build even more. He interpreted the jangle and creak of an unbuckling belt, and the sound of still-fastened pants dropping to the floor. Knees bumping against the back of his legs signalled Billie stepping out of his jeans. kicking them away to scud over the tiles as if they had offended him. Jay became hyper-aware of his heartbeat, and of the weight and heat on his back which increased for a few seconds as Billie reached for the stick of butter, squeezing yet more air from his lungs. A few sounds of tearing foil followed, and then, most vivid of all, came the sensation of a very cold, square object being pushed into the warmest and roundest of holes.
Both men were now almost silent, breath held as if in respect of this most intimate of acts. As the butter warmed, it melted, coating Jay’s unready body with an even, oily slick. Billie guided the part-wrapped package with exquisite care, catching it before contracting muscles could expel it completely, gently repeating the process until most of the solid became liquid. He peeled back the foil, little by little, until there was virtually no wrapper left to hold, eventually placing the distinctly tapered last inch of the stick back on the saucer. He continued with three easily-inserted fingers, bringing Jay down from being ready to blow to merely desperately horny, with a level of skill that belied his relative inexperience. He, too, was on the frantic side of eager, but this gentle, rhythmic foreplay had a calming effect on his own libido, allowing him to add in a series of tender, bond-building kisses. As their lips peeled apart, Jay smiled, and gave Billie a look that could only mean one thing.
He was ready.
*****
This fuck lasted almost as long as the one after breakfast, with both men ending up sheened with sweat, despite the kitchen counter being far less warm than the bean bag in the cosy den. Jay was sprawled over the marble, eyes wide and mouth gaping, looking as if all that was missing was a chalk outline around him. Billie stood close, bodies still united to maximise the death throes of their orgasms, one hand flat on Jay’s spine, the other holding on to the edge of the counter for dear life, panting in time with his partner. To begin with, his feet were the only part of him that felt cold, and he wriggled his toes to get some life back into them, only succeeding in dipping them into a sticky, slightly oily puddle on the floor. He stepped back reluctantly, and the contrast in temperature set them both shivering. Billie tugged Jay’s jacket from the back of the stool, draped it around his shoulders and dragged him upright for a kiss that went a fair way to warming them both up again, wrapping the jacket around himself as much as he could. They hugged each other tight, smearing butter and bodily fluids over each stomach in equal measure, neither of them caring one little bit about the mess they had created, and were making significantly worse. They kissed themselves dizzy, until Jay turned his attention to the bite on his lover’s neck and this time it was Billie who shivered, melting in Jay’s arms like the butter a few minutes earlier.
“I told you I’d be fine.”
“You were more than fine. You were incredible. Again.” The singer snuggled into the nest made for him in Jay’s arms, smacking his lips and sniffing hard. “Mmmm, we smell like popcorn.”
“Billie, you’re not hungry, are you? Really?”
“Maybe a little. We didn’t get dessert, did we?”
“No, but ....”
“Mmmm. Butt. Love your butt.”
“My butt loves you, too, but ....” Jay waited for Billie to stop sniggering into his chest. “I was gonna suggest bed, but if you’re hungry...”
“We can take something up with us. Is there any cheesecake left?”
“Nope. You ate that on Wednesday.”
“Balls. Cookies?”
“All gone. We had them on Thursday with the last of the pasta. What’s in the refrigerator?”
Billie wriggled free, bending double to check that nothing was hiding in the corners of the fridge, Jay behind him, making extra sure he didn’t miss anything. “Beer, pickles ........ “ Another snigger. “Butter.”
“Looks like you’re just gonna have to eat me, then, and if you make it til morning, I’m gonna treat you to breakfast somewhere. If we can get up before midday.”
Billie closed the refrigerator and pressed his chilled front to Jay’s warm one, fingertips lodged in the crack of his obscenely slippery ass. “Sounds perfect. So, bed?”
“Yeah, bed.”
“Bed with you and your buttery butt. Perhaps I won’t die of starvation after all.”
Jay grabbed Billie’s greasy hand, Billie grabbed the wine, and the drummer led the way to the stairs, and a celebration of their first Saturday night as lovers.