When I Come Around - 19
Author: timrod
Rating: NC17 overall
Pairing: Billie Joe/other
Disclaimer: I don't own Green Day. Only in my dreams
For Wiccish. Fluff over Here comes the sex. Enjoy 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
Part 15 http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2994104.html
Part 16 http://comingclean.livejournal.com/3019388.html
Part 17 http://comingclean.livejournal.com/3020433.html
Part 18.a http://comingclean.livejournal.com/3021233.html
A wall of heat hit them as they entered the bathroom, and Billie braved stripping off as soon as he had started the bath filling. Jay followed suit, and Billie gathered all the discarded clothing into one stale-smelling ball, and dumped it, as per their instructions from Bernie, just outside the door. Even in such a short space of time, the air had become steamy, and the draught from the bedroom was significantly cool enough to make them both shiver as the air caressed their skin. Billie grabbed the two robes from their hooks on the door, threw one to Jay and draped the other around his own shoulders.
Jay was kneeling on the steps up to the vast tub, easily big enough for the two of them, his fingers trailing in the water as it swirled and splashed, apparently fascinated by what he saw. He was coping well with the gaps in his memory, but every so often, he came across something, in his world, for the first time, and his reactions always made Billie fall in love a little more. This was one of those moments, and for the millionth time, Billie said a silent thank you to fate for bringing them together.
The bath filled fast, and as soon as Billie had taken a much-needed, lazy, sitting-down piss, and both of them had reacquainted themselves with their toothbrushes, it was as near as dammit ready. Billie drizzled in a scoop of Epsom Salts to help ease their aching muscles, and some herbal-scented bath foam, stirring them in, and testing the temperature at the same time. It was hard to judge, because his fingers were so cold, but he figured they weren't going to be boiled alive. He shrugged off his robe and took the plunge, and Jay slipped in beside him.
“How’s that?”
“Hot. Nice.”
“Try and get your shoulders under. Love, it’ll be even warmer. Here, I’ll shift over. Better?”
Jay sank down until the foam gave him a beard to rival Santa’s. “Better. This is real nice. I can remember having a bath - at the hospital, but it wasn’t like this. I sort of sat up and they put the water in after I was inside it. There wasn’t room for two people and there was none of this fluffy stuff.”
Billie was almost submerged, too, and the waves threatened to breach the sides as he turned to face his boyfriend. Jay was now playing with the bubbles, in the same way that a child would explore something new, and it made Billie’s heart melt. “A bath’s always better with two people in it. Like the spa pool, but calmer. You liked that, didn’t you?”
“I kinda like all kinds of water. I gotta try your big pool some time. Gotta find out if I can swim.”
“OUR pool, you mean. Yeah, I usually spend a lot of time in there before a tour. Gets me fit, builds up my stamina - you know, my staying power, my energy.”
“Wish I had some energy now.”
“Yeah, me too. So much for a day of romance.”
“We did spend most of it in bed together.”
“There is that, I suppose.” Billie chuckled softly into Jay’s ear “And we are at least both naked …. But, seriously, we gotta get fit again pretty soon. Touring can be hard, Jay - physically and mentally.”
“But you still enjoy it?”
“Fuck, yeah. It’s great, all the people and the applause when it goes right, but it’s long stretches away from home and family, lots of travelling between shows, which can be fucking boring.” Billie wiped a smudge of toothpaste from Jay’s top lip. “Not this time, though. We don’t normally take our partners with us, just fly them out for a week every month or so, but I’m gonna have you every single day.”
Jay sniggered. Billie’s dirty mind was contagious, even if his sore throat wasn’t. “Can’t wait.”
“Carrie only came out once last tour. Something about flying not being good for her skin. I was a true to life Billie-no-mates, sitting in my trailer when everyone else was at it like fucking rabbits. I think even John scored one night. I got through a fucking mountain of Kleenex. This tour’s gonna be great, and when we get home, if you can swim well enough, I can teach you how to surf.”
“Okaaaay …”
“It’s a sport, I do it to relax, get away from everything. You sort of ride the ocean on a board.”
“Cool. Yeah, I think I’d like that. Billie …”
“Mmmm?”
“It;s not just touring that’s hard.”
“Huh? Oh, god … you mean …..” The noise Billie made was easy for his partner to interpret.
“You, too, huh?”
“Yeah, now you mention it.” The singer blew a path through the bubbles to get to Jay’s neck, and the younger man shivered, even though he was immersed in heat. “I can’t manage anything too physical, but I could rub you.”
“You could. And I could rub you.”
“Sounds great, but we’re gonna have to be quiet. Mom and Bernie …”
The concept of quiet sex was a new one on Jay. They’d never been in this situation before, with someone in earshot. The inner chamber of the master suite had no neighbours, surrounded by the sitting room, the huge walk-in closet and this, the private bathroom. Billie had put a great deal of forethought into designing this place, because quiet sex was not something he indulged in too often, a fact that had landed him in trouble many times in the past. Jay had to think for a few seconds before he nodded, simultaneously reaching out for Billie’s cock under the cover of the lather.
“I can do quiet. It’ll help if you kiss me.”
They made the most of their mint-freshened mouths, with a kiss as steamy as the room around them. The water added another dimension to the slow and sensual hand jobs, both men’s actions covered by the layer of bubbles that swelled with the movement below the surface, hitting the sides of the bath with gentle slaps. Every now and then, the kiss broke for breathy declarations of love, or smiles, or once, for soft giggles. It was hard for them not to give themselves away, as they worked each other’s bodies into a state of near-ecstasy, a quicker process than usual, as a result of their four-day stint of celibacy, but delicious none the less. Hell, both women in the next room had raised children through the teenage years, and Jay and Billie were consenting adults, after all, but somehow, this clandestine moment between them, with even the bath water censoring any sign of sexual activity, seemed hotter than usual.
Jay was in the most awkward position, his arm twisted to get a good grip on his partner’s erection, and he was, inevitably, the first to succumb to the lingering fatigue in his joints. Billie, on his side, had an easier job of it, the weight of his arm borne on Jay’s thigh, but he heard the groan of pain, and reached down to gently slide Jay’s hand from his cock.
“It’s okay, Love. I’ll see to myself in a minute. You just relax and let me get you off.”
“But I want …”
Billie silenced him with a brief kiss. “Shh, Baby. I can wait.”
Jay nodded, and let his arm fall to the bottom of the tub, easing the strain on his shoulder. He nuzzled up to kiss the underside of Billie’s jaw, rubbing his nose over the place where he had marked his territory with a love-bite, now faded to almost nothing. Without warning, he took the skin in his teeth, worrying at the spot until the taste of blood filled his mouth, and Billie nearly exploded, struggling to stop himself yelling his lover’s name out loud. Gradually, the ache built in his own shoulder, but Billie had no intention of letting Jay down. His musician’s discipline kicked in, helping him to keep his rhythm even, whilst Jay continued to attack his neck. He wriggled his other arm under Jay’s body, and pressed a single finger against his hole, and instantly, Jay felt his insides tighten, announcing the arrival of an imminent orgasm. He sucked harder still on the hickey, nearly doubling it in size, and when he came a few seconds later, it was Billie who was actually fighting harder for breath.
Jay was allowed a moment to come back down to earth, although Billie continued to stroke both his entrance and his erection long after the last droplets had been squeezed from his body. Licking the bite one more time for luck, Jay uncurled Billie’s fingers, and wrapped them around his own swollen flesh. Billie, desperate, twisted onto his back, arching his body until his cock was clear of the bubbles and hissed the single word, ‘kiss …’, a move which muted the groan that would have otherwise attracted the attention of half of the street. It took him mere seconds to reach his first climax in days, the foam swallowing the fruits of his labours, to disappear into the churning water, that single finger still on his attentive lover. They were now in the same state, exhilarated, aching everywhere, but above all, absolutely exhausted. After a little more lip-work, Billie sank back under the bubbles and smiled at the blitzed shell of a drummer, who was also slipping lower with every passing second.
“Good?”
“Fucking beautiful. Tired.”
“Yeah, me too. We need to get out soon. The bath’s getting cold anyway.”
The towels were thick and snuggly, and as the water spiralled away down the plug, Billie and Jay made half-hearted efforts to dry themselves, relying more on the heated rail that they huddled around than anything as energetic as rubbing themselves dry. Neither one had intended to do anything as strenuous as wash their hair, but the moisture in the air served to dampen spikes and curls alike, almost as much as if they had been under the shower. That further delayed the moment when they could wrap themselves in fleecy comfort and stop the chill returning to their bodies, but when they did, they were delighted to find that Ollie had also put two pairs of socks to warm. They were still a little damp when they were done dressing, but bed was calling, and it was calling loud. They yawned more than spoke, and, just as they had entered the room, they left it together, hand in hand.
To a mother’s eyes, they looked a little too innocent, and the obvious, livid bite on her son’s throat had certainly not been there a half-hour ago, but Ollie let them carry on thinking that their not-quite silent activity had gone unnoticed. She thought she’d put those days long behind her.
“Does that feel better?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I think it does, thanks. Good call, Mom.”
“Do you want anything more, only our food will be ready soon.”
“I don’t. Jay?”
“No, I’m good, thanks. Just need sleep.”
“That’s what you both need. Into bed, now. You look exhausted.”
They really did. Their steps were more shuffles, and Billie’s left eyelid drooped, something that always happened when he was sick or dead on his feet. She turned down the bedclothes for them, and notched the room’s thermostat up a degree or so, before pouring two more comforting cups of lemonade, and making sure that the required pills and potions were taken. Bernie reappeared briefly, loading herself up with damp robes and towels to add to the laundry she had already taken downstairs, and the men said their thanks for the fiftieth time, before she and Ollie left them alone to go eat whatever it was that smelled so delicious. Ollie kissed them both with equal tenderness, and hinted loudly that they would not be back upstairs for several hours.
“Get some rest. We’ll be in the den if you need anything, oh, and Jake wanted to speak with you before he goes out, Billie. Try and stay awake til then.”
Billie didn’t answer, because he didn’t want to make a promise that he couldn’t keep. Everything that had happened in the bathroom had drained him completely, and the warmth of the bed and the drink inside him combined to make sleep very hard to resist. He rolled onto his side, and Jay slid down to spoon him, and before the first glasses of wine had been poured downstairs, they were both fast asleep. Whatever Jake had to tell Billie would have to wait until the following morning.
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