Only Human
Title: Only Human
Author: SnoopyScenester
Pairing; Billie/Mike
Rating: PG
Disclaimer; I own nothing but the words, which I don't really own anyways since I didn't invent the English language.
Summary: A longer, happier drabble. I was in a better mood ^_^
Billie’s watching him. He has been for a good ten minutes, and the bassist hasn’t yet noticed.
Sharp green eyes are admiring the way Mike is entranced in his magazine, turning the pages slowly, almost dreamily, his lower lip drawn between even, white teeth. He’s watching his mouth; his full lip disappearing behind his tooth for a second, slipping free, and then the whole thing starts over again.
Billie stands up, and he isn’t sure why until he’s halfway across the room and plucking the magazine from his lover’s hands. Mike looks up at him, wide-eyed and bewildered, but all Billie does is stoop down, grasping his shoulders in both hands, and kiss him hard enough to bruise that lip.
He straightens up, looking very pleased with himself, and in response to the amazement written all over Mike’s face he says, “Hey, if you’re gonna point that thing at me, I’m gonna take it, Mikey. I’m only human.”
He draws his thumb over Mike’s lip, smirks, and then retreats to his bunk with a little more sashay in his step than usual, just for Mike’s benefit. It works. The magazine: Men’s Health, open at a particularly ravishing, half-naked centerfold drops to the floor, and Mike follows the mischievous frontman without a word.
After all, the real thing is so much better than the magazine.
Author: SnoopyScenester
Pairing; Billie/Mike
Rating: PG
Disclaimer; I own nothing but the words, which I don't really own anyways since I didn't invent the English language.
Summary: A longer, happier drabble. I was in a better mood ^_^
Billie’s watching him. He has been for a good ten minutes, and the bassist hasn’t yet noticed.
Sharp green eyes are admiring the way Mike is entranced in his magazine, turning the pages slowly, almost dreamily, his lower lip drawn between even, white teeth. He’s watching his mouth; his full lip disappearing behind his tooth for a second, slipping free, and then the whole thing starts over again.
Billie stands up, and he isn’t sure why until he’s halfway across the room and plucking the magazine from his lover’s hands. Mike looks up at him, wide-eyed and bewildered, but all Billie does is stoop down, grasping his shoulders in both hands, and kiss him hard enough to bruise that lip.
He straightens up, looking very pleased with himself, and in response to the amazement written all over Mike’s face he says, “Hey, if you’re gonna point that thing at me, I’m gonna take it, Mikey. I’m only human.”
He draws his thumb over Mike’s lip, smirks, and then retreats to his bunk with a little more sashay in his step than usual, just for Mike’s benefit. It works. The magazine: Men’s Health, open at a particularly ravishing, half-naked centerfold drops to the floor, and Mike follows the mischievous frontman without a word.
After all, the real thing is so much better than the magazine.