Obedience 22
Author: timrod
Rating: NC17 overall
Pairing: Billie Joe/Mmmmike
Disclaimer: I don't own Green Day, but I do have access to chloroform
Part twenty-two of fuck knows. The indecent proposal takes shape
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Our Friday was heavenly.
We woke late, Skyped the kids for the longest time, dipped in and out of what amounted to an indoor picnic, and made out as much as our aching bodies would allow. I drew a deep, hot bath for us after lunch, then spent the remainder of the afternoon massaging any part of Mike’s body that hurt, along with a few places that simply made him feel good. He paid me back by soothing my tortured butt with kisses and as many different kinds of lotion as we had with us. When we weren’t eating either food or each other, we talked more about the upcoming wedding, inevitably drawing on memories of the day when Mike had made me the happiest man in the world.
We were enjoying our away-day, but we were also eager to get back to the rest of the tour, and ask Sara The Question. Whatever her decision might be, we’d agreed that we had to speak to her face to face. That way we could judge by her body language that she was giving us her honest answer, and not just the response that she thought we wanted, but we were pretty optimistic about the whole thing, based on her very apparent interest in sex. Hopefully, we’d get the chance in the next couple of days, before she went back home.
Home. The tour was going so well, but home is never far from our thoughts, but within 24 hours, home, or at least the small, mobile and noisy part of it, would be coming to us. We nearly gave the game away when Mike let slip a ‘see you tomorrow’ during our Skype, just saving it by saying we’d call at the same time on Saturday morning, when in fact, that would be around the time that they would be coming in to land after two and a half hours of Glory bugging Mom with “Are we nearly there yet?”. Forget how excited the kids were going to be - we were bursting. By the time evening came, they became our main topic of conversation, making plans for our free day with them. We eventually decided to take advantage of the winter weather that had descended on Colorado in late October, and take them to see their first real snow. It was going to be great, not just for the children’s reactions - Mike is the biggest, most adorable kid in snow. He dragged out the laptop to organise a tour guide, and hire mini-snow suits while I sent Mom a message to bring as many items of warm clothing as she could fit in the suitcases.
“Done.” Mike shut down the laptop and rolled onto his back, leaving an interesting sheet-angel imprinted on the bed. “They touch down at 11.45, we’re meeting the snow guide at two. Gonna be fun.”
“You, Michael, are an over grown child.”
He giggled, tugging on his dick. “Overgrown?”
I landed next to him and slapped his hand away with a grin. He had a semi, and as it was at least eight hours since our last sex, it seemed rude not to give him a little bit of help in completing the job. “Maybe not. Not yet, anyway.” As I sucked him to full hardness, I stroked his stomach, still oil-slicked from the massage, and smelling of warm coconut. His fingers were now laced in my hair, pulling me in close, and I let my throat relax to take him, my lips tickled by the slight stubble on his groin. I was perfectly happy to carry this to the limit, but his fingers trailed from my scalp to my chin, and he lifted me until our eyes met, and his dick slipped from my mouth to hover a good few inches above his belly.
“You taste good. I was gonna finish that.”
He gave me the most beautiful smile, and beckoned me, inviting me to share his flavour. I obeyed his unspoken command, because I almost always do as I am told, especially if it is something I want to do, like kiss him. It was wet and messy and totally divine, and I was soon as hard as a brick, his fingers wrapped around me.
“Mike …….”
He temporarily shut me up with another kiss, making me squeal like a girl when he stopped jerking me off and grabbed my butt instead. It still felt amazing.
“You can finish that later….. after we fuck.”
“Mike, it’s called foreplay.”
“Yeah, and since when have we played by the rules?” Fair point, well made, sir. He threw me the bottle of coconut oil, slippery and nearly empty, and knelt up on a bed patched with greasy stains, and strewn with tourist leaflets, but I only had eyes for his gorgeous butt. “Make love to me.”
I didn’t hurry the prep. I made sure that we both enjoyed every single, sinful second, and when he welcomed me into his body, it was with a quiet calm that made it feel like the first time all over again. I kissed and stroked his thighs, and after he talked me through my orgasm with tender, loving words, I used my mouth to please him as much as he had pleased me. The other side of a come-flavoured kiss, I collapsed into supportive softness, my head landing not on a feathery pillow, but on the pile of glossy tourist brochures. Too weary to do anything about it myself, Mike pulled the paper out from under me, immediately letting out a high-pitched squeak of a laugh.
The topmost brochure had a banner headline, welcoming us to Denver - the Mile High City.
*****
With the children as an incentive, we woke early on Saturday, making use of the time before their plane arrived to find some thicker clothes for the two of us. Our packing had taken mere seconds, and the hotel organised a rental car for us, meaning we were at the arrival hall in plenty of time to meet the flight.
I swear Ollie had gained a couple of inches in the month or so we’d been away, and Glory seemed so grown up as she helped Mom steer the trolley through the security gate, a seasoned traveller at age four and that all-important half. The moment she spotted us, she ran toward us, wrapping her arms around our legs, joined a few seconds later by a slower, wobblier Ollie. In that instant, we vowed to take them with us for the whole tour next time. After a hundred kisses and a lot of hugging, we fuelled us adults with hot take-out coffees, loaded the vast amount of luggage into the trunk and headed out to the family part of the recreational park on a white-covered mountain side.
Snow, both real and artificial, was a hit. The sleigh ride, accompanied by Glory belting out the songs from Frozen, the first taste of ice skating, sledding, the snowball fights and everything else that we crammed into the afternoon was met with squeals of joy, as they exploded with pent-up energy. Mom took hundreds of photos, and we missed no opportunity to scoop our children into our arms and hug them. As the sun and temperature dropped low, we took them inside a mock Swiss chalet for food and hot chocolate, and with me navigating and Mike driving, we eventually found the way to our touring home.
There was an extra bus in the compound now, for Mom and the babies. We’d discussed the set-up for hours before we left, suggesting that the little ones used our spare room, and that Mom should have a nice quiet, comfortable hotel, but she’d put up a good argument for her still being responsible for them overnight. It did make sense. They were parked close, and this arrangement meant that they wouldn’t be disturbed when we got back late after a show, our lounge wouldn’t have to be shared between their toys and Mike’s gym equipment, and they could have their own bathroom, meaning they were not being got ready for bed at the same time as we were trying to prepare for a concert. Mom had thought of every possible scenario, every practicality, and although we’d compromised by choosing a more luxurious model for her, with a bigger bedroom and an upstairs bathroom, she was joining us, quite literally, on the road.
By the time the crew had finished fussing over the new arrivals, the children were starting to yawn, and we all set to work getting them ready for their first night on wheels. Mom unpacked the essentials - favourite toys, night clothes, blankies that smelled of home, and Glory’s huge Frankie-Bear - while we calmed them with a bath, and then she left us to complete the bedtime ritual that we had missed the most - the goodnight story. By the time we came back down, Mom was sitting with her feet up on one of the corner sofas, sipping a small glass of wine. Two more glasses were already poured , and we settled on the opposite couch, raising our drinks in a silent toast to us being reunited.
“How did they settle?”
“Good, better than we thought they would.”
“Really? You were up there for a long time.”
“Yeah, we got conned into three stories tonight, then we made sure they knew where you would be, how to get to the bathroom, what they’d be doing tomorrow. They’ve never been too bad at going to bed.”
“Yeah, they’re good kids. It’s rare for them to call out in the night when I’m looking after them.”
“And you’re still happy to do that?”
“Goodness, yes, any time. They’re a delight. You should be very proud of them.”
“Yeah, we are. Glory read a bit of the story tonight, too. She’s going to be better at school than I ever was.”
Ollie spluttered into her wine. “Yes, well, you didn’t give it much of a chance, did you, Sweetheart?”
“Yeah, you got me there.”
Mike chuckled. “They were trying to expel me the day I started, said I was trouble.”
“I’m sure they’d have been the same with Billie, but maybe that has something to do with the fact that he didn’t actually turn up there often enough for them to form an opinion!”
“God, I gave you some crap to deal with, didn’t I? Playing hookey, dropping out to play music - and then I brought home a boyfriend.”
“Yes, you did, but lucky for you, I liked Mike from the start.”
“Seriously though, Mom, you dealt with that so calmly. We were ready to pack our stuff and leave, planned to sleep rough till we could find somewhere, and then you let us share a bed under your roof.”
“Yes, well, did you ever stop to think about that, Billie? I was just seventeen when I got pregnant with Alan, and if you think all women conceive the first time they sleep with a man, then you really should have paid more attention in sex ed.” Mike looked shocked, blushing to his bleached roots, suddenly as awkward as he was when he was a gawky teenager. I confess I was taken aback by Mom’s honesty, too, but the wine, even the very small amount that she’d drunk, gave her the courage to carry on. “At home was safe for you to be together, and besides, it would have been hypocritical of me. I couldn’t deny you finding happiness after what happened to your father, Billie. Every moment spent with the person you love is precious, and I had no doubt then that you really did love each other, even at that age. Seeing you today, I think I made the right choice.”
Before I could reach for Mike’s hand, he enveloped me in a hug,his lips on my temple.
“I love him more every day. He’s amazing.”
I nudged him in the ribs and managed to land a kiss on his chin, my face the same colour as my ass the night before. With a whispered ‘shuddup’, I changed the subject by offering Mom some more wine.
“No, thank you, dear, I’ve had enough. I still have to unpack the rest of the bags, but that can wait till morning. I think I’m going to have a quick shower and read for a while, just to be sure the children have settled. I suppose it’s too early for rock stars to go to bed?”
Actually, for us, it’s never too early, but we had plans to meet up with another rock star.
“We won’t be too late - we got the show tomorrow, but we did kinda promise Frankie we’d say hi. Can we take the rest of the bottle?”
“Of course. It was lovely - don’t want to waste it.”
We kissed and hugged Mom goodnight, tip-toed upstairs for one last look at our sleeping snow-angels, and headed over to the party bus, hand in hand.
Frankie’s bus was a complete contrast to the one we had just left, a noisy meeting-place for the crew, other performers, and alive with music. There were near-empty pizza boxes, beer bottles and soda cans on every surface, and we satisfied our day-in-the-fresh-air appetites with a slice of the world’s most perfect food, washed down with swigs of our wine. As Mom had pointed out, it really wasn’t very late, but the crew had an early start, and, judging by the way Frankie was looking, he hadn’t had a lot of sleep over the past two days. Lucky man. One by one, the techs and roadies drifted back to their hotel, leaving just the four of us to talk openly about anything we wanted. Sara patted the cushion she had cleared of greasy boxes, and we all sat, us on the couch, Frankie at Sara’s feet on the floor.
“So what did we miss?”
“Not a lot. We took a fucking lifetime to get here. They closed off the freeway, we didn’t get here till noon. How was the flight?”
“Fucking wonderful.”
“Literally.”
“Fuck, you mean …..?” Frankie formed a ring with the fingers of one hand, and poked his other index finger into the gap. Repeatedly.
Mike looked so pleased with himself. I made a mental note to remind him of just how ridiculous he’d looked when we got back to our bus. “We did.”
“Shit. Jealous. I always wanted to try that.”
Sara lounged back in her seat and rubbed a fishnet-clad foot over Frankie’s cheek. “Me, too.”
“You can, maybe in April?”
“Huh…?”
“I mean we’re gonna pay for the honeymoon, our wedding gift. Since our bit of fun. we’ve been talking about getting you a private plane to take you wherever.”
“We were thinking Mexico, but ….”
“Then Mexico it is. You’re gonna love it, and you’ll get more time in the air than we did. Let us know which resort and hotel you like, and we’ll take care of the rest.”
“Bill - Mike …. wow, I don’t know what to say - apart from thank you.”
“Our pleasure.”
It really was. Watching their faces light up, noticing how Frankie’s eyes lingered on the hem of Sara’s dress, then met hers with an exchange of looks that spoke a thousand words, it was a real buzz. Mike obviously felt it too. He leaned in to me and hooked his arm around my shoulders, still with that beautifully stupid grin on his face.
“The fuck was amazing. So was the paddle. Shit, sorry, it’s still in our bag in the rental car. Safest place to leave it with the kids about.”
“It’s okay, no rush to return it. We got other stuff.”
“Yeah, LOADS of other stuff …”
For the first time I noticed that Frankie appeared to be sitting awkwardly, twisted to keep one buttock off the floor. He saw where I was looking, and as my eyes met his, he nodded, returning my expression of total empathy - he had the unmistakeable look of a man who had Serious Butt Issues. It was like looking into a mirror and seeing myself a couple of nights ago. His attention was diverted when Sara uncrossed her legs, and I heard him whimper, so faint, but again, unmistakeable. He tried to disguise it with a cough, but every sound and movement he made betrayed him. There was definitely something going on in his underwear. He rose to his feet, slowly, delicately, and made an excuse about needing a cigarette, walking to the door in a strange, waddling gait. Mike squeezed my shoulder, and said he’d join him, giving me the chance we wanted to talk to Sara alone.
As soon as they were out of earshot, I took a deep breath and tried to look casual.
“So you guys still having fun? Frankie told us what you were planning, the bondage thing.”
“Fuck, yeah, it’s great.” Her eyes sparked. “Empowering.”
“He looks happy. Tired, but happy…”
“Yeah, I didn’t let him sleep a lot. You enjoyed your break, yeah?”
“It was great. We needed to get away. Today was good, too, with the kids.”
“They’re cute. I’m looking forward to getting to know them better tomorrow. Frankie is always talking about them.”
“Yeah, they adore him.” I gulped the last of the wine for Dutch courage. “We do, too. We love how he’s been since he met you.”
Sara blushed, smoothing her dress, and smiling secretively. “We’re on the same wavelength, I guess. Got no hang-ups about sex, anything goes. It’s great.”
This was going well. It was as if she knew what I wanted to say, and was making it easy for me. I twisted on my seat and took her hand lightly in mine. “That’s good to know. So, you probably heard we’re organising his bachelor party?”
“Yeah, I guessed you would. You want some ideas?”
“Not ideas. More approval.”
“Okaaaay …”
“We were going to take him somewhere quiet, have a few days with his friends, nothing dangerous, no chance of him being arrested.”
“Yeah, that’s always a risk with Frankie. Best keep him away from temptation.”
“Exactly. Anyway, like I said, a few days somewhere out of the way with his friends - and then, after, we, well, we wanted to have some time alone. Just the three of us.” Jesus. This wasn’t as easy as I had thought it was going to be. Suddenly I sounded like a creepy uncle, and I swear my hands turned clammy in the brief silence that followed.
“Like the old days?” Her voice had dropped considerably, and I couldn’t read anything in the tone she used. I just nodded, words locked in my head and refusing to come out into the open. I looked deep into her eyes, silently pleading with her to read my mind. “And you want my blessing?”
“Yeah. Yeah, pretty much. If you say no, that’s the end of it, no problem. It’s just …. “ Bollocks. Verbal constipation sucks. I took another drink from an obviously empty bottle. Smooth, Billie, real smooth …. “We go back a long time.”
“Billie, you know that he’s told me all about that, about what you did together.”
“Yeah, we know.”
“And you know I’ve seen some of the videos you made.”
“Yeah, he asked us before he showed you.”
She leaned forward to kiss my forehead and I got the first up-close view of a cleavage that I’d had in years. Tits were always high on Frankie’s list of favourite things in life, and Sara’s were pretty spectacular. “They’re beautiful, Billie. I think I’d like to see some with Frankie in.” I did a very unattractive snorty-gasp thing, right in her face, blinking rapidly to check that I wasn’t hallucinating, but she nodded slowly, and probably unconsciously, squirmed in her seat. Possibly. Frankie is a very fortunate man. Her body language was so very clearly underlining her verbal consent. “I think that’s an awesome idea. I bought him - us - a present - a strap-on dildo, and he loves it.”
“Yeah, we know.”
“He told you?”
“Didn’t need to. We sorta guessed, and you were quite loud.”
It was her turn to blush. “It was hot. Your tapes were very helpful - instructive. Do whatever you want with him. Just don’t spoil him for me.”
I gulped hard, wishing there was something in the bottle I could pour down my throat, which felt tight, constricted ….. like when I wear the collar. That mental image made my voice even more reluctant to come out.
“We’ll be gentle, I promise. We thought we wouldn’t tell him, perhaps if you could write a note …”
“Like a hall pass?”
“Yeah, that kind of thing. Let him know you are in on it.”
“I could do that, or maybe …. how about recording a little video of my own?”
“God, yes. You could ….”
The rest of my ideas had to stay in my head (and boy, were there lots of ideas!) because Mike and the poor unsuspecting groom came back, bringing a scent of cold air and cigarette smoke in with them. Sara stood to let Frankie sit in her warmed space on the couch, then perched on his lap, and we both noticed how he winced when she wriggled herself comfortable.
The bus’s stale air and whatever else Frankie had got up to that say was making him yawn, and soon, bedtime loomed. We said our goodnights, and Mike virtually dragged me across the parking lot, past the silent place where our children were resting, into our private space, desperate to know if our plan was a non-starter.
I stared into eager, ice-blue eyes. “She’s up for it.”
“Jesus, really? Great, I mean, fuck ….”
“Yeah, I guess that’s what it does mean. We can do whatever we want with him - her words - and she suggested filming it before I could. And we were right, they do have a strap-on.”
“Yeah, Frankie told me all about it. A ten-incher. She got him a plug like the one we used yesterday, too.”
“Jesus. He’s one fucking lucky man.”
“And you’re not?” He rubbed his ten-plus-incher which was beginning to have an impact on the hang of his pants.
I giggled and pulled him in for a quick kiss as we had to separate to fit in our tiny bathroom. “The luckiest.”
“So we keep it a secret?”
“Yeah. Sara’s gonna make a video that we can play to him before ….. Mike?” He looked distracted, shimmying his pants to his knees and dropping to sit for a lengthy pee.
“Huh? Sorry, thinking …”
“About anything in particular?”
“Frankie. Sara. What they’re doing right now.”
“I should think that’s fucking obvious. He looked like he was desperate.”
“He is. He told me she’s not let him near her all day.” We swapped positions, so that Mike could brush his teeth, although he didn’t bother to pull his pants up. Scattering small flecks of mint foam at the mirror, he carried on, as matter of fact as if he was discussing the weather. “She’s made him wear a cock-cage, too, padlocked him into it. Stops him getting hard, sort of a male chastity belt, and she’s been sticking her tits and ass in his face all day.”
“Oh god. The one from Adam’s? The scary-looking metal one with the ….?” I used my middle finger to explain, and Mike nodded, an evil grin forming on his face.
“Yeah, that’s the one. He thought he was finally going to get some tonight, then she invited the whole fucking tour crew to their bus. Poor fucker is set to explode.” He swigged and swooshed some mouthwash and turned, his uncaged cock level with my face. “She should be unlocking it right about now. Frankie asked if I wanted to borrow it sometime ….”
We wedged three pillows over the air vent in our room before we got into bed a handful of seconds later. I hoped Frankie and Sara had remembered to do the same.