Lonely guy…no girlfriend…complete loser.
Billie Joe had used that excuse to justify numerous things in recent days, most of which he couldn’t discuss in polite company. But this, by far, was the most unexpected.
"This" being a sudden kiss, which turned into a longer kiss, which turned into a heavy make-out session with his drummer after Mike had left band practice.
Of course, he’d have been a lot more disturbed by it if Tré weren’t such a good kisser, and if he hadn’t been thinking about initiating this himself for years. The realization was only really surfacing for him now – all the joking flirtation, all the furtive glances they’d both pretended to ignore – it had all been leading up to this, hadn’t it? The offhand comment that led into this hadn’t been any different than any other silly thing they’d said to each other before. It just happened to be followed by a silence that went on a little too long, and a glance that said just a little too much. If they’d looked away and moved on like nothing had happened, things would have been awkward anyway. So the kiss had been welcome in more ways than one.
Not like I’ve never kissed a guy before, and he knows that. Is that why he finally started it? What was he waiting so long for, anyway? Is this going to end awkwardly? What if Mike walks in?
Oh, and why have I suddenly acquired the mind of a teenage girl?
He almost chuckled out loud at that last rogue thought, amused by how haywire his brain was going. But obviously, it wasn’t really the time to think now, it was the time to act before the surreal moment ended. So, with a little more confidence, he nibbled at his drummer’s lower lip, sighing slightly as Tré buried his hands in Billie’s dark hair. Their tongues clashed and fought for dominance until Billie Joe gave in, letting the younger one kiss him harder as he worked his hands up under his shirt, meeting with a solid, muscled body that made him shiver in quite a pleasant way.
It didn’t take long for them to rid each other of those nuisances we call clothes, both then in boxers that did nothing to hide the growing tension between them. Testing the waters, Billie Joe pressed himself up against Tré, grinding gently and drawing a soft moan from him. Felt good, so he did it again, this time running his fingers ever so lightly under the waistband of the drummer’s boxers. He was rewarded with a delightful little sigh and a sudden pain in his neck where Tré had bitten down. He didn’t waste time right then figuring out how he’d conceal the mark tomorrow.
When Billie let his hand drift a little lower, fully below the waistband now, it didn’t feel nearly as strange as he had imagined. Something felt right, in addition to just plain old arousing. He wasn’t nervous anymore, more like teasing and deliberate as he stroked Tré’s cock lightly, slow at first.
The younger one closed his eyes, mouth dropping open slightly. He had never decided just why it felt so much better to have someone else jerk you off than to do it yourself. But if he’d known Billie Joe was so willing – and so damn good – he’d have taken advantage of this long ago. He let out a little whine when Billie pulled harder at him, his breathing quickening.
Billie Joe knew what felt good when he did this to himself, and the same things seemed to be getting Tré off. He smirked to himself when Tré’s groans and whimpers increased in volume, and teased him a little longer just to hear the drummer call his name breathlessly as he thrust up into Billie’s hand. It only took a few more of those thrusts before he came, muffling his blissful cries against the back of his hand as he spilled over his frontman’s fingers.
The silence that followed threatened to bury them if someone didn’t speak or make a move. Billie Joe wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but he knew there was a noticeable bulge straining against his boxers, and if Tré didn’t do something about it in the next five seconds, he intended to do something about it himself.
Luckily, Tré surprised him by leaning down and dragging his lips over the fine trail of hair below his frontman’s belly button. Then he looked up, blue eyes flashing mischievously. "What would you do if I just left you here?" he wondered aloud. "Just got up, put my clothes on and walked away?"
"Doesn’t matter, ’cause you won’t." He wound an arm firmly around the drummer’s waist, pulling him back down. "You won’t."
That smirk nearly killed him, or made him come in his pants – he wasn’t sure which. "Yeah," Tré admitted. "You’re lucky." He didn’t even give Billie Joe time to respond before tugging his boxers down around his knees, mouth hovering so close to his cock that the singer felt his warm breath and squirmed to try and press himself closer. In a second he was feeling more than that, gripping the worn-out couch cushions and biting back a moan as Tré licked him, slow, base to tip and back again. Any attempts at being quiet were abandoned when his drummer took him into his mouth, tongue flicking around him and making his head spin. Billie Joe had to wonder if maybe Tré had been hiding something from them all these years, because nobody was this good their first time.
He whined softly, feeling like he was pleasantly drowning in the warmth of Tré’s mouth and the pressure around him when he sucked. Threading his fingers through the younger man’s lighter hair, he had to use every ounce of willpower to keep from pushing himself down Tré’s throat – he didn’t want to choke him, but it was almost impossible to resist. Billie hung on for a few more seconds, gasps and groans getting so loud he’d have clamped a hand over his own mouth if he didn’t have a firm grip on Tré’s hair. Then, as he let loose a medley of curses, sweet release finally came, his thin body quivering and his head falling back as he rode out his wave of pleasure.
Their lips met again in a salty-sweet kiss, slower and more patient now that they’d both found release from the tension that had been building for – well, technically it had been building for years, ever since they first met. They didn’t bother with putting clothes back on, just took their time soaking in the barely realized fantasies that had just become reality. For once, Tré had no smartass remark to make, at least not at first – he did comment later on how it was a good thing they did this during the day, when people were awake, because anyone asleep within a ten-mile radius would have been awakened when Billie Joe came. Billie didn’t really have much of a comeback, but he’d discovered that a very effective way to shut Tré up was to kiss the words right out of his mouth. Shame I never knew that before, he thought to himself with a little smile. He decided to use this new knowledge at every opportunity in the future, whether Tré was actually talking or not.
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