When I Come Around - 22
Author: timrod
Rating: NC17 overall
Pairing: Billie Joe/other
Disclaimer: I don't own Green Day. Only in my dreams
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
Part 21 http://comingclean.livejournal.com/3035510.html
The waiting area was filled with huge, squashy sofas, and Billie and Jay installed themselves in one, side by side, across from the only other guest, an elderly man whose skin texture and colour was very similar to the leather upholstery that he was sitting on. He sat with his knees inelegantly spread, making it perfectly obvious that he was wearing one less garment than they were, and what little hair he had was pulled tightly into a wispy pony tail, giving him a slightly surprised expression. Billie gave Jay a subtle kick, realising where his eyes were drawn to, barely managing to control his own need to stare. After what felt like an uncomfortably long while, a uniformed member of staff appeared, murmured a name, and led the man through one of several doors. Waiting until it closed behind them and they were completely alone, Billie sniggered into Jay’s shoulder.
“Oh, my god …”
“He looked kinda …. different down there.”
The snigger got louder, but Billie finally composed himself enough to speak. “Old man balls. Like, HUGE old man balls.”
“So ours will look like that some day? Jeez …”
“Mine will. Yours, a bit smaller.” This time, the room echoed to two snorts. “Thing is, I know him.”
“Yeah? You didn’t say hello.”
“I know him, not know him know him. He’s in a band. Well, he was. I think most of them are dead now. I used to pay to watch him on stage.” Billie broke down into near-hysterics. “Never thought I’d get a fucking free show out of him!” Jay reached for a Kleenex, thoughtfully provided on a low table, and Billie patted his streaming eyes. “Thanks. Oh, god ….”
“Welcome.”
Slowly, Billie pulled himself together, deliberately avoiding eye contact with Jay, because he was convinced that he was about to check on the bagginess of his own sac. He’d just about attained a decent level of self-control, when two more staff appeared.
“Mr. Armstrong? Mr. Cool?”
“Yeah, that’s us.”
“We’re ready for you now. Please step this way.”
Obediently, the two men followed, heading to a door at the far end of the room, adorned with the legend ‘Massage Suite’, but before they reached their destination, the singer’s legs buckled underneath him, totally sideswiped by an uncannily accurate prediction of Jay’s next words. Their path led them past the door that had recently swallowed their fellow guest, and, sure enough, Jay had a question. A question that was as loud as it was innocently inappropriate.
“Bill, what’s Colonic Irrigation?”
******
Billie’s hands were still shaking a little as he sipped his second glass of water to help him shift the hiccups that rendered him helpless for quite a while. The masseurs made themselves busy, folding towels and arranging the room in a most professional manner whilst the dark haired one of their clients pulled himself back together. Jay, meanwhile, had padded over to one of the two high tables, sitting with his legs dangling over the side, watching his lover with a broad grin on his face, still utterly oblivious to what it was that his boyfriend found so funny.
Eventually, Billie put down the glass, apologised for the tenth time, and eased himself onto the second bed. Before he lay down, he shrugged the robe from his shoulders, and, once settled, allowed the masseur to drape a small towel over his hips. He smiled at Jay as he copied, reaching out over the space between them to brush their fingertips together.
“Just relax and enjoy, Love.”
They dissolved into the massage almost immediately, breathing shallow and calm, as strong fingers worked their magic, warming muscles wherever they touched, making skin ripple in a way that, to Jay, made tattoos look alive. They needed this, Billie especially. It was something he really enjoyed, but rarely found the time for, and this weekend was the perfect way to prepare for the rigours of touring, by rubbing some life back into their sapped and sore bodies. Not for the first time, Billie toyed with the idea of asking the record company to add a masseur to the retinue that travelled with them. After all, none of them were getting any younger ….
Gradually, the masseur moved down - arms, thighs, lower legs and feet - and then a gentle word of command sent Billie flipping onto his belly, head turned to watch Jay marvel at this new experience.
“Good?”
“Yeah, very.”
“Just wait. The best part is still to come.”
“Yeah? What, butt?”
Billie felt the fingers on his shoulder blades falter as an unprofessional giggle was suppressed. “Yes, that’ll be good, but neck, back….. Jeez, right there ….”
As much as he wanted to watch his lover, keeping his eyes open seemed like far too much effort right now, but when Billie peeped, he saw that Jay was at the same point - delightfully relaxed and apparently, nearly asleep. The beds creaked rhythmically, the occasional sigh and splash of oil on palms the only other sounds, until a whispered question broke the near-silence.
“Sir?”
Billie nodded, and in one gentle movement, his underwear and the towel were rolled down to his thighs, and the masseur started working on his lower back and ass. Jay gave the same answer, exchanging a brief, lazy smile with his lover before closing his eyes and losing himself in the moment.
****
“Well? What did you think of the massage?” Billie slurped the last of his tropical fruit smoothie noisily through the straw before taking a huge bite from the quarter slice of pineapple on the rim of his glass.
“Fucking gorgeous. I feel warm all over, sorta loose, too.”
“That’s exactly as it’s supposed to feel. How’s your drink?”
“Good. Looks like blood but it tastes great. You were right, you can get juice out of vegetables. Yours tasted good, too.”
Billie tossed the spiky skin into his empty glass and lounged back into the soft armchair cushions. “Lots of pineapple. Just in case …” His eyebrows did a fluid wriggle across his forehead, and Jay’s quick adjustment of his open robe confirmed that he understood Billie’s meaning a little too clearly in this public space.
“God, yes. And we’ve got the finger thing this afternoon?”
“Yeah, in a coupla hours, we got a manicure, feet too - a pedicure - and a facial.” Jay’s juice apparently had bones in it. Something about that last word made his throat close, and Billie had to explain quickly before he choked on his laughter. “Not that kind of facial, you fucking pervert - it’s a sort of deep clean ….”
The drummer exploded again, putting the remains of his drink on the table so that both hands were free for a simple but very descriptive gesture. “Deep like the colon thingy you told me about just now?”
Billie grabbed his lover’s hand and half-dragged him from the juice bar back to a place where they could laugh without attracting the attention of quite so many people.
Back in their room, once their giggles had been kissed away, Jay found himself on the receiving end of a deeper and far more intimate kind of massage that certainly wasn’t included in the spa’s list of services, followed by a test of the speed at which pineapple juice reached a certain part of Billie’s anatomy. Their lust temporarily sated, the oil and other fluids were showered from their skin, then they dressed appropriately for not just the treatments, but for dinner, too, because neither of them could see the point in wasting energy walking back to their room between the two events.
Appetites were definitely improving, partly due to their general recovery, but also thanks to their little session of extra-curricular exercise, and they ate a lot more than either one expected. Even so, it was not particularly late when they pushed their dessert plates to one side to make way for coffee cups, but they were, nevertheless, both yawning. They strolled back to their suite, hand in manicured hand, although they had to sprint the last few yards after they passed the man Jay had christened Mr. Colon leaving a room a few doors from theirs.
“Shit, do you think he knew we were laughing at him?”
“I fucking hope not. He had bags with him. Maybe he’s leaving.”
“Thank fuck for that if he is.” Billie wrapped his arms around Jay’s waist and pulled him close. “You know, I haven’t laughed so much in years as I have with you these last few months. You’re so fucking good for me.”
Jay rubbed his freshly-exfoliated face in Billie’s neck, lingering over the bite. “I don’t know where I’d be without you, Billie. Probably in that fucking freezing bedroom up on the mountain.”
“All that matters is that you’re here with me now, and that you’re happy.”
“Mmmm, yeah, I am. I got a job I enjoy, friends, family, and someone who loves me as much as I love them.”
“That’s all you need in life, Jay.” The singer yawned into Jay’s hair, sweet-smelling and ultra-soft after two showers within a few hours, and without any product in it, because that had apparently all been left in the bathroom at home. “So fucking tired.”
“We were up early, I guess, well, for us, anyway.”
“Yeah, plus we didn’t exactly rest when we got back after the massage. Shit, we’ve lasted pretty well.”
“So what’ve you got planned for your birthday? Do we need to set an alarm?”
Billie adopted a disturbing leer, and licked his lips. “Nothing booked until after lunch. I thought we might like to stay in here tomorrow morning.”
“So we got a while to celebrate - nice.” Jay circled his hips, making sure Billie got the message that he’d got the message. “Then what?”
“A skin treatment that Jake kept going on about, then a sauna - that’s a hot room, full of steam, makes you sweat out all the bad shit …. and then it’s just you and me, Babe.”
“I like the sound of that bit. Billie …..”
“Mmmmm?”
“I didn’t get you anything. Like, I meant to, got all sorts of ideas, but the ‘flu….”
“It’s fine. I don’t want anything, and besides, it took fucking days for me to get you a present. All I want is you.”
“Gonna need a lot of paper to wrap me up.”
“Mmmm, yeah, but think how nice it’ll be to unwrap you.”
“Wanna get some practice in now?”
The same thought had occurred to Billie. They had only made love once in a week - there had been a bit of foreplay, granted, but the gentle post-manscaping session was the only fuck in far too long. Despite the fatigue creeping back into his muscles, the desire for sex was taking up a lot of his thinking space, and was making his underwear feel a little tight, too. He quickly kicked off his shoes, and when Jay had done the same, Billie started unfastening buttons.
It took quite a time to undress each other, conserving their energy for the main event high in their priorities, although the desire to simply rip clothes off was not very deeply-buried. As soon as any new areas of skin were exposed, they were explored with fingertips or lips, often both, the ritual punctuated with soft, sensual kisses, and once they could touch more flesh than fabric, they relocated to the warmth and comfort of the bed. Jay’s underwear was the first to hit the floor, Billie’s tongue lapping on his solitary, still tight, testicle before he knew what was happening. He moaned, long and loud, sliding his hand down the back of Billie’s clingy, white trunks as that wicked mouth worked up to his tip. As soon as it started to feel just a little too good, Jay cupped his hand around Billie’s chin, kissed him lightly, and curled up until he was level with his lover’s hips. Softly, he whispered an order for Billie to roll onto his stomach, and once the singer wriggled himself comfortable, Jay whispered again, thumb already hooked inside the trunks’ waistband.
“Sir?”
Billie smiled serenely and nodded, lifting slightly to assist the removal of his underwear, head cradled in his arms to watch his lover with eyes that were more closed than open. Jay splashed a generous slick of lube onto two fingers, and Billie sighed loudly as they slid smoothly between his butt cheeks and entered his heat.
This internal massage lasted far longer than the one they’d experienced together that afternoon, and was accompanied by an even longer kiss. Relaxed and still lacking in an abundance of energy, Jay rolled Billie onto his side, holding him close and teasing at the bruise on his neck, waiting for the right moment to make their intimacy complete. It wasn’t long before Billie started sounding desperate, and Jay was more than happy to provide just as much as they could both take. His cock continued the stimulation his fingers had started, and he worked on the bite for almost the whole time that they were joined, until muscles started to ache, and Jay was forced to urge Billie to finish himself off. He gasped out his compliance, and, using his underwear to save the bed from a soaking, Billie did all he could to make his orgasm enhance and extend Jay’s. He came hard, the encounter unbelievably hot, and infinitely satisfying, ending with more messy kisses, spluttered declarations of love - and a fair scattering of yawns.
With his arm wrapped tightly around Billie’s warm body, Jay felt his heartbeat settle back into a normal rhythm, syncopated with his own, until one deep, stuttering intake of breath from the dark haired man signalled that his birthday eve had ended. The next time he opened his eyes, he would be forty-one.