When I Come Around part 21
Author: timrod
Rating: NC17 overall
Pairing: Billie Joe/other
Disclaimer: I don't own Green Day. Only in my dreams
For Worshipgdboys 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
Part 19 http://comingclean.livejournal.com/3023228.html
Part 20 http://comingclean.livejournal.com/3026198.html
The details were taken care of within a few minutes. As Jake had suspected, a room was still available at this quiet season of the year, and the driver was booked for five, giving them plenty of time to get ready, even at the speed that they were currently moving. They were shooed upstairs with orders to make themselves half presentable, and an offer from Jake to take care of their bags, a job he had done for Billie so often, either on tour or when a surprise business meeting threw up last-minute travel plans, as had happened on the day before The Epiphany. The difference was that today, his work-load was doubled.
“Do you need me to pack any of these, Billie?” Jake waved a pair of candy-stripe boxer shorts in the direction of the man emerging from the bathroom, wrapped in a snow-white robe, with a towel knotted around his head like an oversized turban. “I mean, like, Sunday, you were ….” He swept his hands down his torso, ending with a gesture that looked vaguely like an imitation of a very small elephant’s trunk. Billie giggled, dropping heavily onto the bed because he had already been standing for five minutes in the shower, and that was quite long enough, thank you very much.
“Yeah, better put some in. We only go commando when we’re home, and you know, saunas, massages …”
“Good point. You don’t need any more arrests for indecent exposure.” Six pairs of underwear were neatly rolled and stuffed into each of two identical holdalls. “Done, apart from any …… uh, personal stuff.”
“Jay’s taking care of that after he finishes up in the shower, thanks.”
“Good, because I wouldn’t know where to start. You got a lot of variety in there.” Jake carried on, realising an explanation might be in order. “I was looking for meds, all I found was lube. Jesus, so much lube!”
“You know what it’s like when I shop. I found this website ….”
“…. and you bought one of everything.”
“Two of some, but pretty much, yeah.” Billie unfolded the turban and rubbed his curls for all of ten seconds - he still hadn’t bothered looking for a replacement hairdryer, even though Carrie had taken his over three months earlier. “Jake, sorry if I was a total pain in the ass again, because, well, I know I get kinda difficult when I’m sick.”
“Difficult ….” Jake sat on the bed and took the towel, continuing what Billie had barely started. “Yeah, that’s one way of putting it.”
“Jeez, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, Bill. I understand - it was your throat and I know how much that scares the crap out of you.”
“Yeah. It does …” His voice dropped by several decibels. “Dad.”
“Yeah, not to mention you needing your voice for your career. That, and the fever pretty much freaked you out completely on Monday.” The towel tumbled into a damp heap on Jake’s lap as he prepared to respond to Billie’s blank expression. “You remember getting the shot, Sunday, after band practice?”
“Yeah. Couldn’t swallow the fucking horse pills the doctor gave me.”
“Yeah, well, I asked him to stick around until the shot showed some sign of working. I know what you’re like with meds, he didn’t. I thought you might need something more, and fuck, you proved me right. He ended up here til after four. He was not happy.”
Billie chuckled. “Just getting my money’s worth out of the label’s health care package.”
“You did with me, too. I was up for the whole of the next night.”
“Fuck, really? Goddammit, Jake …”
“You were fine when I went to the pharmacy, still out of it, otherwise I wouldn’t have gone out and left Bernie to deal with you, but when I got back, Jesus, you were a mess. She was trying to get you back into bed, we had to call the doc out again. Twice. The last time, it was gone four a.m. Took him three attempts to find meds that actually worked for you.”
“So I got the good shit again, huh?”
“Yeah, you pretty much slept the whole of the next two days, thank god. Your mom cut her trip to Oklahoma short, came straight here when she heard you were sick, gave me and Bernie a break.” Jake abandoned drying Billie’s mop after a few more seconds half-hearted rubbing, letting the towel fall to the floor, instead brushing the wet shag off his face with his fingers. “It could have been worse. At least we kept you out of the hospital this time, Bill.”
“Thank fuck for that. And Jay, he didn’t see me … you know.”
“No, he slept through your meltdown. He was easy - actually, he was kinda cute, like a little kid.”
Billie chuckled softly. “Yeah, I love that about him. Fuck, I love everything about him.”
“He’s a keeper, Billie. He’s good for you. And speak of the devil ….”
The bathroom door cracked open, kept in place by a foot because Jay had his hands full. Grinning at the men on the bed, he tipped a dozen bottles and tubes into the nearest holdall, then sat in the space Jake had freed up for him. Like Billie, his hair was still soaking wet, skin flushed from the hot water, and looking equally as tired. He was also totally naked.
“Hey. Did ya miss me?”
“As always. All done?:
“Think so. We’re low on the lemony-smelling shit … you know, the one we use when we do it in the shower.”
Billie’s laugh was muffled in Jay’s hair as he watched Jake’s shocked reaction. “Jesus, too much information. I’m gonna leave you two to get dressed - no rush, you still got a couple of hours or so. I’ll go put the bags in the kitchen ready for when the car gets here.”
“Thanks, my friend. See you downstairs in a bit.”
An hour later, Jake returned to the bedroom, making a lot of noise to warn of his approach, only to find two partially-dressed men on the bed, Bille propped up against the headboard and asleep with Jay, curled up like a small puppy, snoring in his lap.
********
The resort had Jay in total awe, charming the staff as much as he charmed Billie with his reactions. It was almost new, and fitted out in the most sumptuous style, dark and calm and quiet, in between the gasps and exclamations when something different caught Jay’s eye. Their suite was actually a small chalet, perched on the side of a shallow valley, which channelled the evening light perfectly, the dropping sun making the water in their terrace pool glow golden through the heat haze rising from it. The bed was large enough to satisfy both of them, and the modest meal they ate almost as soon as they arrived had been delicious. After booking a massage and a couple of other treatments, they retired to their room along a curving, covered walkway, pausing only for Billie to sign an autograph and pose for a photo with a fellow guest who recognised him. Sliding the keycard through the lock, Billie placed his arm around his lover’s shoulders.
“Sorry, Jay, that was kinda rude of me.”
“Rude?”
“The autograph thing, ignoring you.”
“ ’s’okay. They get your signature, I get you.”
Billie smirked into flattened spikes. “That’s true, but you’d better practice your autograph, because by the end of the tour, you’re gonna have a shitload of fans, too.”
“Fuck. Ya think?”
“Absolutely. The ladies will go wild for the new drummer.” The door closed behind them and Billie kissed a mouth that tasted of chocolate ice cream. “I’m pretty fucking hot for him, too.”
Jay sniggered through the kiss, grabbing at Billie’s ass, by way of his misshapen groin. “Nah, it’s all about the singer. Or the guitar player. Or both.”
“Never had you marked as a groupie.”
“I probably am if that means I want to get inside your pants some time soon.”
“Yeah, pretty much.” Billie yawned, in spite of the fact that he had dozed for most of the journey. “We got a massage booked before lunch, and I’m just about beat, so we shouldn’t be too late, but my new drummer just gave me this ..…” Jay’s hand was guided back to the bulge it had helped to swell.
“Funny, my guitar player gave me one of those, too.”
“So we both want sex ..”
“Need…”
“Okay, need, and we’re tired, so it’s gotta be quick …”
“But good …”
“Obviously. Always is.”
“And minimum effort.”
“Yep.”
“So are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Maybe, if you’re thinking of a number between sixty-eight and seventy.”
Jay paused. His early education was lost with the rest of his memories. “Sixty-nine?”
Billie grinned between short, soft kisses to Jay’s slightly sticky mouth. “Yeah. Great math skills, Angel. Sound good?”
“I’m a drummer. Counting’s what I do and yeah, sounds perfect.”
Perfect it was - efficient and clean by their usual standards, and oh, so very much needed. The level of satisfaction was nudging off the scale after so many days with almost no sex, even before they were both naked, which took a little longer than usual because Billie was wearing so many layers. But soon, the floor was littered with inside-out and tangled garments, and the crisp white sheets were doomed to a not so crisp and white future.
Jay let Billie have the headboard end of the bed, stealing three from the huge pile of pillows for his own comfort and moving some part way down the bed for Billie’s, neither man making use of them until the preliminaries were out of the way - more kisses, more ass-gropes, more declarations of love. It was Jay’s impatience that broke through first, wrapping his arms around his lover’s body to gently lay him down, dark curls tumbling over pristine cotton. For Billie, it was heaven - a partner who instigated sex, and for the right reasons. He rubbed his face over Jay’s groin as the younger man got comfortable, one more I love you on his lips as they closed around Jay’s shaft. The drummer echoed both words and action, and the world stopped turning.
*****
As much as the setting sun lit the back of their room, the morning started with streams of light hitting the bed from the front, reflected off the solar panels on the roof of the main building. The heat hit Jay first, and he yawned and stretched, smiling to himself as he realised why all he could see of Billie was his ass. He could not resist a kiss, and slowly, the singer turned, only able to return the favour on Jay’s thigh without making too much effort.
“Morning.” The landscape between their eyes was a more interesting one than usual, and Billie grinned at the memory of last night’s activity.
“Hey. Sleep well?”
“Yeah. Bed was great. You?”
Billie waited until Jay had relocated to the regular end of the bed before answering. “Like a baby. I feel good.”
“Me too. Best I’ve felt for a few days, anyway. Hungry, too.”
“We could get breakfast in the room, or do you want to go to the restaurant? Your choice.”
“We gotta wear clothes in the restaurant.”
“Fair point.” Billie threw the room service menu at his lover, prising himself out of bed and heading for the bathroom. “You choose, phone it through, Love. We got a coupla hours before the massage. Think of something you wanna do before we have to be somewhere else.”
Jay opted for the simple solution - ordering a little bit of everything from the menu , then made his own, urgent trip to the bathroom, where Billie was leaning over the basin, staring hard at his reflection.
“Got a beard going on. Can’t remember the last time I shaved. Must be over a week.”
Jay finished peeing and wrapped his hand around Billie’s dick instead. “Down here, too. Noticed it last night.”
“Fuck!” Suddenly, his reflection was not so important. Billie closed his fist around Jay’s and moaned softly. “How about we eat, then spend a little time tidying up? We’re gonna be pretty much undressed for the next couple of days - gotta look our best.”
“Undressed?”
“Yeah. Massages, skin treatments, steam room … all better without clothes. Is that a problem?”
“No. I kinda like naked.”
“I like you naked, too.” Billie swivelled to face his partner, cupping his chin with slightly damp hands. “You’ve only got peach fuzz. So soft ….”
Contact between their lips lasted until the subtle knock that signalled the arrival of their meal. Billie yelled out that he was on his way, tugging a one-size-fits-all hotel robe over his aroused body before unlocking the door and taking delivery of the trolley that looked stocked for four people, not two with post-flu appetites. He relocked the door, and took off the robe, feeling ridiculously overdressed in comparison with his fellow diner.
Between them, they did considerable damage to the food, a sign that the meds and their support system at home had put them well on the road to recovery. In particular, the coffee went down well, and when they had eaten their fill, it seemed that their energy levels were not a million miles from normal. Billie laid out two robes on the bed, whilst Jay gathered together all that they would need to set up their impromptu grooming parlour.
Facial hair was tackled first - Jay’s fine, red-blond whiskers scraped from his face in an act that was as intimate as it was tender, the razor leaving pink channels through the shaving foam until only tiny, isolated flecks remained. Billie rinsed, patted him dry, then smothered Jay with a cooling balm after checking for places he had missed with a drag of his lips. Satisfied with the resulting baby-soft skin, he settled down to take his turn in the trainee barber’s hands.
Jay was equally thorough and gentle, although it took far longer to remove Billie’s beard because his whole face creased whenever he smiled. Add to that the pauses for apologetic kisses, by the time he had finished, the bowl of hot water was too cold to be used on far more sensitive areas. Jay refilled it, returning from the bathroom to find Billie spread invitingly over the robes and a towel, his groin almost completely covered in a cloud of white foam.
Jay giggled, splashing the water a little as he balanced the bowl on the nightstand. Billie looked ridiculous, holding his conspicuously-erect cock above the over-enthusiastically applied foam. In their somewhat short experience as lovers, they had found this to be the best way to keep their bodies hairless. A chunky electric razor was not as efficient as the small, disposable blades they favoured (although they did find another unrelated application for the steady vibration of the motor), and Mike had described in excruciating detail the horror of the times he and Rudy had experimented with wax, and, most alarming of all, depilatory cream. This way was tried and tested, and although they had been through this ritual a couple of times before, it was something that still gave them as much of a thrill as foreplay. Getting up close and personal with a lover’s most private parts, to carry out what was, in reality, a non-sexual act, left them both nursing erections that would have to wait until the deed was done.
Jay worked methodically, from belly to butt-hole, being sure not to apply too much pressure to a surface that was far more delicate than that of Billie’s face. Gradually, pale skin emerged from under the mass of foam and dark fuzz, although Jay prided himself in leaving a neat and even happy trail that petered out an inch or so from the base of Billie’s cock. The singer assumed more and more ludicrous positions, legs held one at a time high in the air for Jay to deal with the contours of his groin, ending up, as he always did, on his knees, holding his breath as the most delicate area of all was tackled. The room was quiet, neither man feeling particularly talkative, the silence only broken by deep, slow breathing, and the regular slosh of water as the blade was rinsed.
At last, the razor clattered into the bowl, and a sweep of damp towelling, followed by a slick of lotion designed for extra-sensitive skin signalled that Billie was as presentable as he would ever be in the underwear department. He thanked his lover in the usual way, and then they swapped roles.
Billie applied the foam, a little less generously than he had with himself, and insisted on holding Jay’s dick while he dealt with the area around and under it. Jay wasn’t complaining. He stretched his skin taut whenever Billie asked him to, watching intently as flesh pink emerged from the ginger-dotted snowdrift. His belly was pretty much hairless to start with, leaving Billie with no scope for pubic topiary, but then he didn’t really need a landing strip to guide him to the place he wanted to be. Every now and then they exchanged half-smiles, before Billie reverted to his concentration face, which often ended up with his tongue poking from the side of his mouth. Jay arranged his legs in the same obscene semaphore signal way as Billie had a few minutes earlier, opting for the knees-around-the-ears position for the final stage. The towel and a large amount of lotion were swiped over tingling skin, and, with not a single word being uttered, but with a clear and explicit understanding of what was about to happen, Billie drew in deep drafts of oxygen and slowly, tenderly, made love to the most precious person in his life.
*******
Afterwards, they cleared up the worst of the mess before taking a hot, shared shower. They didn’t need long to dress before their massage - they wore just underwear, and the well-shaken robes, along with a pair of cotton slippers provided by the resort, and, amazingly, they reached the treatment suite at the exact minute of their appointment.