Pictures of Billie (Chapter 1/?)
Title: Pictures of Billie
Author: strychninetwist
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story. However it may have been inspired by The Who.
Mike had spent the past few hours moving into as many different, and awkward, positions as he could but he just could not get any sleep. He huffed and kicked the duvet off of himself, watching it bunch up at his pillows. He was sick of the sleepless nights he’d been having lately, nevermind those dreams he had when he could sleep, and how crap they were making him feel; so he got out of bed and went to find his Dad.
“Shouldn’t you be in bed, son?” Mike’s Dad asked, attention mainly on the television in front of him. Mike looked down with embarrassment and explained his predicament. His father laughed and got up, taking Mike to his parent’s bedroom. “Son, now here’s a little something that might help. I had pictures like this when I was your age. Most of them are women but I’m sure you won’t mind.”
Mike followed his Dad back to his bedroom and watched him stick the posters up on his wall. “Good night Son, sleep well,” he patted Mike’s back and left. Mike looked around at the posters, most of which were of beautiful women in various alluring states, but the one that really caught his eye was a rather feminine looking young man with beautiful eyes and fluffy hair. Mike made his bed and laid down staring at the man. The more he looked, the less alone he felt and eventually he drifted into a happy sleep.
In his dream that night he saw the man posing just for him in the same ways as the other women and giving him secret smiles. “Aren’t you going to take my picture, Michael?” he asked with a quirky grin and mischievous eyes.
Mike woke up late that Saturday morning with a smile and the first thing he focused on was that picture. The next thing he felt was his erection. Mike swallowed, feeling nervous with the idea that those eyes might actually be watching him but let his hand move into his shorts, encouraged by that stunning smile.
After a quick shower and burying those shorts in amongst his dirty laundry, Mike went and asked his dad who the man in the picture was.
“You mean the picture of Billie?”
Author: strychninetwist
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story. However it may have been inspired by The Who.
Mike had spent the past few hours moving into as many different, and awkward, positions as he could but he just could not get any sleep. He huffed and kicked the duvet off of himself, watching it bunch up at his pillows. He was sick of the sleepless nights he’d been having lately, nevermind those dreams he had when he could sleep, and how crap they were making him feel; so he got out of bed and went to find his Dad.
“Shouldn’t you be in bed, son?” Mike’s Dad asked, attention mainly on the television in front of him. Mike looked down with embarrassment and explained his predicament. His father laughed and got up, taking Mike to his parent’s bedroom. “Son, now here’s a little something that might help. I had pictures like this when I was your age. Most of them are women but I’m sure you won’t mind.”
Mike followed his Dad back to his bedroom and watched him stick the posters up on his wall. “Good night Son, sleep well,” he patted Mike’s back and left. Mike looked around at the posters, most of which were of beautiful women in various alluring states, but the one that really caught his eye was a rather feminine looking young man with beautiful eyes and fluffy hair. Mike made his bed and laid down staring at the man. The more he looked, the less alone he felt and eventually he drifted into a happy sleep.
In his dream that night he saw the man posing just for him in the same ways as the other women and giving him secret smiles. “Aren’t you going to take my picture, Michael?” he asked with a quirky grin and mischievous eyes.
Mike woke up late that Saturday morning with a smile and the first thing he focused on was that picture. The next thing he felt was his erection. Mike swallowed, feeling nervous with the idea that those eyes might actually be watching him but let his hand move into his shorts, encouraged by that stunning smile.
After a quick shower and burying those shorts in amongst his dirty laundry, Mike went and asked his dad who the man in the picture was.
“You mean the picture of Billie?”