Obedience, continued
Author: timrod
Rating: NC17 overall
Pairing: Billie Joe/Mmmmike
Disclaimer: I don't own Green Day. Dammit.
Obedience, part four of five. Or more if you ask nicely.
http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2962887.html and
http://timrod.livejournal.com/11658.html
and
http://comingclean.livejournal.com/3013587.html
I really don’t know how I stood in the shower. By the time Mike had finished with me, I felt like a triathlete, sweaty and sore and tired, but still high on adrenaline.
The kids remained out for the count at nearly eight, which was a bit of a miracle in itself, and I had left Mike to strip the bed, open the windows and spray the room with air freshener to mask the smell of sex. He’d finally allowed me to take off the collar, stashing it in his pants pocket to take back downstairs, although we both agreed that the ironically-named Tiny was going to need a new one that didn’t smell so much like sweat and semen. I let the water run until the bathroom filled with steam, and stepped under it to drench myself.
Mike joined me a few minutes later, and I moved away from the main stream of water to make space for him. Hey, environmental awareness, right? Plus the fact that washing each other is a great warm-down after sex like we’d just had. He thanked me as I handed him the shampoo, and I leaned back to watch him work up a lather in his huge thatch of hair, although my eyes strayed south a good many times.
You know, he’s still got the body of someone half his age. He looks after himself, working out every day - and I don’t just mean between the sheets - and being careful with what he eats. Me, on the other hand, well, I rarely do more than the most basic of stretches before we go on stage, and I can, and do, eat anything. My metabolism is that of a teenager, according to my doctor, and I can thank my genes for that. I take after Mom. How many 80-somethings would have the stamina to take a four year old and a toddler to Disneyland for five days? Admittedly, my aunt and cousin were going too, but even so, our kids pretty much exhausted us yesterday.
We hadn’t told the kids about the trip - although we had been secretly packing their bags for days. It was all Mom’s idea, taking them away to give us some time alone to celebrate our second wedding anniversary. We missed out on half of the honeymoon after the fertility clinic fucked up the dates, and last year, with Glory and a very new baby, was a little less than romantic. I apparently fell asleep in the den around six, after feeding Ollie for what seemed like the tenth time in a day, and Mike left me there, taking over daddy duties to give me twelve hours of uninterrupted sleep. It’s been hard work raising the two of them - ask any mom - but the rewards are worth it. No way could we have handed our darlings to a nanny and missed out on all the milestones. The latest biggie is Ollie learning not only to walk, but to run a couple of months ago, just before his birthday. We wouldn’t have missed that for the world.
Mike must have guessed what I was thinking about. He wrapped his soapy arms around me and kissed me so tenderly, it made my already wobbly legs wobble more.
“Which little monster are you going to deal with when they finally wake up?”
“I’ll take Ollie. Only fair for me to get the overnight diaper after you dealt with the bed.”
He giggled and kissed me again. “Deal. I’ll do omelettes for us all, yes?”
“Sounds great. When do we tell them?”
“Just before Mom gets here?”
“Okay. Poor Mom.” I nuzzled up against his shoulder, nibbling his ear and getting a mouthful of shampoo in the process. “Then what’s the plan?”
Mike rolled his head under the water to remove the last bubbles and turned off the shower. He grabbed two towels, wrapping me up before he hid his own nakedness with white cotton. “We wanted to look at Adam’s site but I got another idea.”
“Okay. Spill.”
“How about I call Julie and see if we can drop by? No waiting for the mailman to deliver the plain brown paper packages ….” He accompanied the last sentence with a grope of my balls through towelling, and I groaned. The butt-plug, which he refused to let me take out, moved in me, and once again, he commented on my thoughts “And I want you to keep that in until we get back.”
******
The kids left on time, hyper as hell, Ollie not even sure what he was excited about. Mom was borrowing our SUV which had enough room for strollers, toys and the adults’ luggage, so Mike and I took his fortieth birthday present from me - the Corvette. Adam’s Adult Accessories was a fifteen minute drive, and we spent it singing loudly to the music on the radio with the wind in our hair, enjoying the temporary freedom to be not parents, but just a couple.
Adam’s was just as I remembered it, perhaps with a few more letters missing from the sign above the door to reception, but inside it was unchanged. Julie was there to meet us, the first time we’d caught up face to face since the wedding.
“Hey, guys. Good to see you.” We hugged like the old friends we are and she led us into her office. It looked even more chaotic than before, but there was an explanation for that. “Sorry about the mess. We’re moving on Monday. Got a much bigger factory down near Daly City, purpose-built, with our own distribution centre, product testing rooms and a huge lab. Business is great, so we kinda outgrew this place.”
“Wow, that’s good.”
“Yeah, it is. Despite the recession. I guess the bottom will never fall out of the sex toy market.”
“Not for you, not when you make such fucking wonderful toys.” Mike couldn’t take his eyes off a huge metal paperweight in a familiar shape on top of a teetering pile of invoices. “Is that ……?”
“You? Yeah. I had you cast in bronze when I made my first million. The dildos modelled on you three are still one of our biggest sellers. Billie, you’re over there, and I think Frankie is in the lab.”
“Your first million?”
“Yeah. The champagne lube put me in the big league. Thanks for helping with the promo on that.”
“No problem, it’s a great product, and that’s partly why we’re here. We ran out.”
“And we got a couple days free … alone …. so we thought we’d see if you got anything new.”
“Or anything that needs, you know, testing …” Mike looked at me as he spoke, knowing I would be blushing. It seems that any new toy gets ‘tested’ on me first - that butt plug currently in my ass, for example.
“As a matter of fact …” Julie tapped her computer keyboard and swivelled the monitor around for us to see. “I got a few products at development stage. We will go into full production at the new place, but these have made it through the first tryouts.”
I seriously thought Mike’s eyes were going to pop out. On screen was a real Aladdin’s cave of sex toys, many of which I guessed were going to end up in my Aladdin’s cave over the next few days. I can’t say much, though. That screen held a lot of potential, and I was pretty well up for anything, thanks to the butt-plug, which suddenly felt much bigger than when he had put it in me. He grabbed my hand and pointed to one particular range that had caught my attention, too.
“Billie, look. Is this ..?”
I nodded slowly. This was an array of gentle, entry level bondage stuff, nothing too extreme, just restraints and such, but definitely interesting. Julie followed our stares and smiled knowingly.
“Ah, the Breaking Butt range. Yes, I have a good feeling about those, and did you see …” she scrolled down the page and enlarged a photo with a double click. “You need to try these. Every man needs to try these. I love them.”
I reacted like a teenager getting his first look under the black rectangle on a top shelf magazine, with a filthy snigger. “So every woman, too.”
“Well, no reason why not, but technically, I’m not a woman.” We must have both looked like goldfish. Certainly, we made about the same level of noise. She continued. “I’m both. Hermaphrodite. Pole and hole. I prefer presenting myself as a woman, but I was brought up as a boy - as Adam. The doctors were going to give me surgery when I reached puberty, but my parents refused, thank the god of fuck. They decided that as I got male and female hormones, I’d be the best person to choose what I was.”
“That’s pretty awesome, but are you happy?” The question had to be asked.
“Very. I got a bi boyfriend, been with him since just after the wedding, and a great career making sex toys for men and women that I can try out on myself. The only thing I couldn’t do was give him kids, but thanks to you, we’re going for a baby next year.”
I must admit, tears were shed. Julie was like us, a misfit who’d found her perfect place in life, just as we have. After a lot of hugging and wiping of eyes, she eased back into professional mode.
“Guys, I still got a ton of stuff to go through before Monday. Let me give you the key to the lab. All the prototypes are in there. Go pick out what you like the look of, take them home and enjoy. Let me know if there are any improvements I can make, and put a case of the champagne lube in your car, too. I’ve a feeling you’re going to need it. Drop the key back in reception when you’re done, and I’ll see you at the party when the new place is ready for business.”
******
The drive home was a lot quieter and quicker than before. We were both desperate to get behind closed doors, and the car was abandoned on the driveway instead of in its customary place in the garage, although we had to make a couple of trips to bring all the goodies inside.
A few moments later, our bedroom looked like Christmas, and yes, bedroom. We may have had the whole house to ourselves for once, but old habits die hard, and it is the most comfortable place for love. It was way after lunch time but food was the last thing on our one-track minds. Choosing toys had taken a good deal longer than we expected - there was so much variety, and it was hard to leave stuff behind, but we resisted the temptation to try it all.
For now.
I’m sure the stuff had bred on the journey home. When Mike tipped the last box onto the bed, this one full of lube samples and various batteries, he reached for my hand, pulling me in close and put a voice to my thoughts again.
“Fuck. I think we got carried away. We’re never gonna get through trying this lot. I’ll be in fucking traction by the weekend.”
“Julie said no rush to return them, and we got, what, five days? No need to push it.”
Mike has the filthiest laugh I have ever heard (beside my own, of course) and he used it to good effect. “Some of these are gonna take some pushing. Jeez, look at the fucking length of that!”
“It’s a double-ender, moron, fits both of us at once.”
Mike did a quick calculation using his spanned fingers as a ruler. “Modelled on you, not me, then.” He dodged as I pretended to rabbit-punch him, grabbing my wrists and pulling me in again. I love it when he goes all caveman on me. And then, in an empty house, he whispered. “How’s the plug?”
“Doing its job. Been hard on and off all day. I really wanna come some time soon. ”
“I know. Thought you were gonna cave in the lab.”
“Yeah, I did, too. Some of this stuff looks very interesting.”
“Yeah. Interesting …” Mike picked up a small velvet flogger and tried it across his palm. He smiled to himself, fleeting and half-hidden, and I resigned myself to the fact that I was going to get a taste of that some time soon. My poor ass. I’m gonna love it.
“So where do we start?”
“By clearing some of this shit off the bed so we actually got room to fuck?”
We quickly piled the batteries and lube into a temporary home in the nightstand drawer, and crammed most of the rest into boxes, leaving just a few to occupy the next hour or so. I figured we’d been up early and probably Super Stud would need a nap before the afternoon became evening. He’d certainly chosen toys that would get maximum results for minimum effort.
The first thing he’d put to one side got used immediately, even before we stripped off our clothes. It was another collar, a touch wider than Tiny’s, and lined in padded purple velvet. Mike buckled it loose around my neck, me with my head resting on his shoulder, drinking in his smell. I must admit, I loved the gentle pressure of the soft plush against my throat, loving more the glint in Mike’s eyes when our gazes met. My cock shifted in my pants, and it prompted me to make a start on getting undressed. Mike followed my example, and soon, we both stood, naked as the day we were born, save for our wedding rings and, of course, my collar and that butt plug. We kissed, holding each other tight, our hard-ons pressed against each other, physical manifestations of the love between us that is so much more than skin-deep.
We broke apart slowly, time being of no consequence for once in our busy lives, and Mike took up his favourite position, right in the middle of the bed, gesturing for me to come to him. I crawled over, our mouths locking together immediately, our fingers interlacing a second or so later. He pulled me to half-lie on him, my cock digging into his side, his hard against my thigh. We both wanted release, and soon, but a very large part of the build-up to sex is sharing a moment of quiet closeness before we get physical. His mouth was warm and sweet, and I pressed my tongue deep, hoping to guilt him into blowing me some time today. Our after-fuckplay this morning had covered most aspects of love-making, but not that one. He was playing hard to get, still trying to exert some sort of control over me, but I have my ways. He won’t resist me for long.
My train of thought was interrupted by him saying my name, followed by the words that made my whole body tingle.
“Trust me.”
I nodded, sliding onto my front on the sheet, head turned to watch him and instantly, his hand was between my legs, kneading and stroking and, joy of joys, twisting the base of the plug. I could have taken that all day, to be honest, but a far too short while later, he made a start on the scenario that he had planned out for me by taking each of my wrists in turn and tying me to the headboard with long, silk ropes. They left me a good way down the bed, sort of level with where the wet patch had been earlier, but all I could smell now was fresh linen. He tapped my ass and commanded, “up”, and I lifted enough for him to slip a pillow under my chest. So far, so good. I was comfortable, and very ready for the next stage, hopefully involving the Mike-sized vibrator and the lube he’d laid next to me. I heard him rummage through one of the boxes, but whatever else he had found in there, I was obviously not allowed to see just yet. He kissed me again, soft and light, one hand under the collar, the other cupped around a butt cheek, so close to Pleasure Central, but no cigar.
“Okay?”
“More than. Yeah, okay. Mike, I need ….”
“I know what you need, Baby, and you’ll get it, I swear, but first, I need something.” The hand was squeezing my ass a little harder now, and his voice dropped in tone and volume when he next spoke. “Relax. Don’t fight it, and you’ll be fine.”