because I can see in the dark
Title: Brutal Love [7]
Author: Molly
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Summary: “Am I gonna have to take off my own pants?”
Previous Parts: located here
Billie spent the drive home from San Francisco mulling over his conversation with his best friend, a backtrack of a new East Bay-based band pounding through the stereo. Although Alyssa's words were comforting and helped establish some rationalization in his troubled mind, it was ard to reconcile reason when it still felt like there was something squirmy and upsetting in the pit of his stomach. It was a feeling Billie Joe was accustomed to; it was the way he felt before signing for a record, before performing at Milton Keynes, before having Olivia, and before every single awards show appearance the band (or he alone) had made. Usually, though, it didn't last quite this long. By now, Mike would have hushed him down and whispered sweet nothings into his ear until all of the negative notions had disappeared.
The problem was, Mike wasn't normally the issue in the first place. In the ten plus years they'd had together, his boyfriend had never been the one to make him feel quite like this, and the realization of that alone was enough to spin him into a panic attack, if he thought about it long enough.
At the heart of it all was the confusion. Billie could not think of a single thing that would cause Mike to behave as oddly as he had been. During their time in Hawaii, they had created some of the best memories he would surely ever have, and it hadn't exactly been a vacation, necessarily. . . They had kept themselves quite busy, both inside the hotel room and out of it. But his boyfriend was a pillar of endurance. Mike would be just warming up at the middle of a show, while Billie was sweating bullets by the end of the first song. Had things changed? Was the bassist pushing forty and losing his stamina?
He knew this theory held merit, and might have been the most likely one of all. It was unnerving, its his own way, but at least it made sense. At least it didn't have anything to do with their relationship.
By the time Billie Joe was pulling into their garage, he was feeling a little better. Maybe all he needed was a good talk with his friend, and a bit of new punk rock. And maybe Mike would be feeling better now, after a long morning and a few hours of the afternoon to rest.
He let himself in through the side garage door, that led through to the kitchen, glancing about for signs of life. The kitchen was as spotless as Billie had left it that morning, and the house was quiet, except for the faint sound of acoustic bass notes emanating from somewhere beyond the kitchen. “Mike?” He called, as he carried the paper sacks filled with his farmer's market purchase over to the counter.
The chords stopped, and before Billie could turn around to go looking for him, Mike was stepping through the kitchen doorway. “Hey.”
“Hi,” Billie Joe replied, beginning to unpack the groceries. “Mom's not back with Livy yet, huh?”
“She called about an hour ago and said she was taking her to a movie. Something animated. . . I didn't ask too many questions.”
Billie chuckled knowingly; if his mom took her, then they wouldn't have to, which was always a plus. “Is it the one Tre wanted to bring her to? Hopefully he won't be too disappointed.”
“I think he'll live.” Mike's voice was a murmur in Billie Joe's ear. The bassist had crept across the room to stand behind his boyfriend, pressing against his back with hands sliding under his t-shirt. Before Billie could so much as blink, those hands spun him around so they were facing each other, and without warning, Mike's mouth was on his, an open-mouthed, searing hot kiss that could only mean one thing.
As surprised as Billie initially was, it didn't take very much kissing to make his brain all but shut down. The ferocity of Mike's kiss was breathtaking, and he didn't have to think twice to kiss back, hands pressed against the bassist's spine as he allowed his tongue into his mouth, surrendering dominance almost instantly. When his boyfriend behaved this way, it did no good for Billie to challenge him; Mike always won, when he really wanted to.
And Billie Joe was more than okay with that. He could barely even take a breath, until Mike's lips abandoned his in favor of his neck, at once going to the spot he knew drove his boyfriend crazy. Billie gasped for air, curling his fingers into Mike's hair and moaning when the bassist pressed his erection rather forcefully against his own. Both men had gone zero to sixty in perhaps less than a full minute, and it was proving difficult for Billie's brain to catch up to the blood rushing to his crotch.
He didn't even know Mike was shuffling them across the floor until his behind made contact with the kitchen table. Almost in a daze, Billie Joe watched Mike unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans, forcing them down his legs in one quick movement. The same nimble fingers took hold the hem of his striped shirt and yanked it over his head, tossing it to the side like a worthless piece of trash.
Now that Billie was nearly fully unclothed, Mike returned his attention to the pulse in his neck, teeth worrying his skin so tenaciously Billie Joe had to gulp. “Mike-Jesus-”
“Am I gonna have to take off my own pants?” Mike muttered against his ear, before nipping at that as well, and the heat in his voice made Billie shiver.
Although his mind was halfway to the moon at this point, he had enough self-awareness to realize how naked he was, in the kitchen of all places. “Here? Mike-Livy-”
“Livy's not here, Billie,” Mike whispered, his blue eyes staring down into his, and it was like they were on fire. Even as he made the final move and dropped the frontman's boxer briefs, he didn't break their connection. “It's just you and me, honey, and I want to fuck you until you scream.”
How could he argue with that? As their mouths met in another exchange of anticipation and passion, it was years of practice that gave Billie Joe the ability to unbutton and unzip Mike's jeans. He wasn't shocked to realize his boyfriend wasn't wearing underwear-not that he had time to consider it, because this meant they were suddenly flesh to flesh, and both of them grunted sounds of approval at the familiar, intimate contact.
Mike's hands slid underneath the bare cheeks of his ass, and he lifted Billie until he was sitting on the kitchen table, following him with kisses until his head rested against the wood as well. From there, Mike placed lingering kisses down the frontman's body, from his Adam's apple, to each of his hardened nipples, down his chest, and to his stomach. There, he pressed softer, gentler kisses along the length of the faded white scar across the bottom of Billie's stomach, from Olivia's birth. “I love you,” Mike whispered into his skin, “love you so fuckin' much, Bill.”
Before Billie Joe could question the emotion building in the husk of Mike's voice, Mike was gripping the backs of his thighs and pulling his legs around his waist. He spat into his own palm and began rubbing along his own length, shuddering at the sensation. His eyebrows were raised slightly in question. “Do you need prep, baby?”
“No,” Billie managed with a weak shake of the head. He hooked his ankles behind Mike's back. “No, I'm good.”
The bassist responded by easing his erection into Billie, biting his lip to keep his libido from taking over at the mere sensation of his boyfriend's tight heat. After allowing Billie Joe the few seconds needed to adjust, he withdrew slowly and sheathed himself again, this time to the hilt, and he couldn't stop his guttural moan, the sound of Billie's name echoing in the otherwise quiet house.
It took a couple of well practiced strokes, but on the fourth try, Mike hit Billie's prostate dead on and it was Billie's turn to scream, arching his back against the table. Then they were a chorus of sound, Mike groaning and swearing his boyfriend's name, Billie Joe whispering a litany of curses that he'd forgotten he knew. Each thrust was carefully controlled, aimed for the pleasure of both, and each one added to the building climax that was looming before the couple. When Mike knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, he wrapped his hand around Billie's erection, his thumb swiping quickly over his leaking slit. When Billie gasped, he panted, “I want you to come with me, love. Can you do that?”
“Oh, God-God, yes, Mike, fuck.”
After all these years, Billie Joe had memorized the feel of a final thrust, so that when Mike slammed into his prostate with the force of what felt like a hammer, he let go, falling and screaming into orgasm with his lover. The power of Mike's orgasm caused him to hunch over the table, over Billie, his free hand holding him up for balance, as he rode out the blissful wave of ecstasy.
Whether or not it had lasted seconds or hours didn't matter; sheer intensity left them both struggling to regain their breath. Mike felt so spent, he remained leaning over Billie, still inside him, which allowed him perfect access for a few more passionate kisses. He lapped at his boyfriend's mouth, at times still gasping. “I love you,” he said in between, “love you more than anything.”
“I love you too,” Billie Joe whispered, both of his hands curled around the back of Mike's head. Both his body and his mind felt as if he'd travelled to the moon and back in less than an hour, and the thought made him smile. Now this-this was the Mike he knew.
“What're you smiling about?” Mike murmured, a quizzical one of his own tugging at the corners of his mouth, as he pushed a sweat-dampened curl of hair off of Billie's forehead.
“You're still wearing your shirt.”
Mike glanced down, then back at Billie. “Oops,” he breathed, leaning in for another lingering kiss. . .
“Daddy?” A voice broke through the silence, accompanied by the slam of a door. “Mommy?”
“Aw, shit.” Mike stood upright in a hurry, pulling out of his boyfriend gently and bending over to pull his pants back up to his waist. “I'll head her off, you get cleaned up,” he mumbled, quickly pecking Billie on the cheek before dashing from the room.
He had to shake his head to get his bearings back, and at first, he wasn't sure if his feet were going to support him but they did, as he scrambled to gather his clothes. The air suddenly felt cold against his sweaty skin, and after fumbling into his underpants and jeans, Billie Joe ripped off two pieces of paper towel; one to rub away his own come that had began to dry against his belly, and the other to dab away as much of the sweat on his face as he could. Once his t-shirt was back on his body, he fell back into the role of parent with ease, skipping to the front hall to find his family.
“--and we went to three stores until I found the right dress, then we had a picnic in the park, and then Grandma took me to see The Smurfs! It was awesome!”
Mike laughed, Olivia in his arms, and kissed her cheek. “Sounds like you had a full day.”
“The fullest,” Billie's mother amended with a smile. She accepted her son's hug and gave him his own kiss on the cheek, eyebrows raising when she noticed the sweat lingering on his skin. “Were you just outside? I almost had to rethink our picnic, it was so hot out there today. But we found a nice shady spot.”
“I'm glad you guys had fun,” Billie said, before Olivia was at his feet, tugging on his hands.
“Mommy, can I model my outfit for you and Daddy?”
“Of course, sweetheart, we want to see it.”
The young girl cheered and took her shopping bag from Ollie's hands, pounding her little feet up the stairs. Mike chuckled, moving to follow as he said, “Better go with her, make sure she doesn't rip something.”
“Thanks for taking her today, Mom,” Billie Joe told Ollie. “I had to go shopping with Aly today, and Mike took Livy for her school supplies Sunday. I'm not sure he could have survived another trip to the mall with little miss fireball.”
“I was glad to do it, sweetie.” Her knowing eyes looked him up and down, with a faint trace of a smirk on her lips. “Did you know your shirt was inside out, dear?”
Billie glanced down at himself and had the decency to blush, scratching at his mussed hair. “Oops. And I thought we'd gotten away with it too.”
“A mother always knows. Vacation's never over for you two, is it?” When her son blushed further still, Ollie smiled wider. “You never told me how you enjoyed Hawaii.”
“Hawaii was amazing,” Billie sighed, glad for a change in topic. “I think we did everything you could possibly pack into two weeks. We took a ton of pictures too, I'll be sure to print them out for you.”
“I can't wait to see them.”
Olivia came thundering back down the stairs, her father close on her heels, and bounced and twirled in front of her mother and grandmother. The dress was pale pink in color, printed with blue flowers, and a satin pink sash around the middle, a bright flower sown into the hip. “What do you think, Mommy?”
Billie Joe crouched low and beckoned her into his arms, kissing her cheek. “I think you look like a little princess.” He looked up at Ollie. “Good job, Mom.”
“How much do we owe you?” Mike asked her, stepping closer with his hands on his hips.
She waved her hand at Mike, with an exaggerated, disgusted shake of the head. “Not a dime, Mike, you know that by now.”
“How about you stay for dinner then?” Billie asked as he stood back up. “I bought a bunch of vegetables at the farmer's market in San Fran today, and I was thinking about making some veggie tacos tonight.”
A gasp came from below their waist's, and Olivia jumped up and down in front of her grandmother while grabbing onto both of her hands. “Yeah, Grandma, stay! I can show you how I can pump my legs on the swing now!”
Ollie smiled. “Of course I'll stay. How could I say no to that?”
Author: Molly
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Summary: “Am I gonna have to take off my own pants?”
Previous Parts: located here
Billie spent the drive home from San Francisco mulling over his conversation with his best friend, a backtrack of a new East Bay-based band pounding through the stereo. Although Alyssa's words were comforting and helped establish some rationalization in his troubled mind, it was ard to reconcile reason when it still felt like there was something squirmy and upsetting in the pit of his stomach. It was a feeling Billie Joe was accustomed to; it was the way he felt before signing for a record, before performing at Milton Keynes, before having Olivia, and before every single awards show appearance the band (or he alone) had made. Usually, though, it didn't last quite this long. By now, Mike would have hushed him down and whispered sweet nothings into his ear until all of the negative notions had disappeared.
The problem was, Mike wasn't normally the issue in the first place. In the ten plus years they'd had together, his boyfriend had never been the one to make him feel quite like this, and the realization of that alone was enough to spin him into a panic attack, if he thought about it long enough.
At the heart of it all was the confusion. Billie could not think of a single thing that would cause Mike to behave as oddly as he had been. During their time in Hawaii, they had created some of the best memories he would surely ever have, and it hadn't exactly been a vacation, necessarily. . . They had kept themselves quite busy, both inside the hotel room and out of it. But his boyfriend was a pillar of endurance. Mike would be just warming up at the middle of a show, while Billie was sweating bullets by the end of the first song. Had things changed? Was the bassist pushing forty and losing his stamina?
He knew this theory held merit, and might have been the most likely one of all. It was unnerving, its his own way, but at least it made sense. At least it didn't have anything to do with their relationship.
By the time Billie Joe was pulling into their garage, he was feeling a little better. Maybe all he needed was a good talk with his friend, and a bit of new punk rock. And maybe Mike would be feeling better now, after a long morning and a few hours of the afternoon to rest.
He let himself in through the side garage door, that led through to the kitchen, glancing about for signs of life. The kitchen was as spotless as Billie had left it that morning, and the house was quiet, except for the faint sound of acoustic bass notes emanating from somewhere beyond the kitchen. “Mike?” He called, as he carried the paper sacks filled with his farmer's market purchase over to the counter.
The chords stopped, and before Billie could turn around to go looking for him, Mike was stepping through the kitchen doorway. “Hey.”
“Hi,” Billie Joe replied, beginning to unpack the groceries. “Mom's not back with Livy yet, huh?”
“She called about an hour ago and said she was taking her to a movie. Something animated. . . I didn't ask too many questions.”
Billie chuckled knowingly; if his mom took her, then they wouldn't have to, which was always a plus. “Is it the one Tre wanted to bring her to? Hopefully he won't be too disappointed.”
“I think he'll live.” Mike's voice was a murmur in Billie Joe's ear. The bassist had crept across the room to stand behind his boyfriend, pressing against his back with hands sliding under his t-shirt. Before Billie could so much as blink, those hands spun him around so they were facing each other, and without warning, Mike's mouth was on his, an open-mouthed, searing hot kiss that could only mean one thing.
As surprised as Billie initially was, it didn't take very much kissing to make his brain all but shut down. The ferocity of Mike's kiss was breathtaking, and he didn't have to think twice to kiss back, hands pressed against the bassist's spine as he allowed his tongue into his mouth, surrendering dominance almost instantly. When his boyfriend behaved this way, it did no good for Billie to challenge him; Mike always won, when he really wanted to.
And Billie Joe was more than okay with that. He could barely even take a breath, until Mike's lips abandoned his in favor of his neck, at once going to the spot he knew drove his boyfriend crazy. Billie gasped for air, curling his fingers into Mike's hair and moaning when the bassist pressed his erection rather forcefully against his own. Both men had gone zero to sixty in perhaps less than a full minute, and it was proving difficult for Billie's brain to catch up to the blood rushing to his crotch.
He didn't even know Mike was shuffling them across the floor until his behind made contact with the kitchen table. Almost in a daze, Billie Joe watched Mike unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans, forcing them down his legs in one quick movement. The same nimble fingers took hold the hem of his striped shirt and yanked it over his head, tossing it to the side like a worthless piece of trash.
Now that Billie was nearly fully unclothed, Mike returned his attention to the pulse in his neck, teeth worrying his skin so tenaciously Billie Joe had to gulp. “Mike-Jesus-”
“Am I gonna have to take off my own pants?” Mike muttered against his ear, before nipping at that as well, and the heat in his voice made Billie shiver.
Although his mind was halfway to the moon at this point, he had enough self-awareness to realize how naked he was, in the kitchen of all places. “Here? Mike-Livy-”
“Livy's not here, Billie,” Mike whispered, his blue eyes staring down into his, and it was like they were on fire. Even as he made the final move and dropped the frontman's boxer briefs, he didn't break their connection. “It's just you and me, honey, and I want to fuck you until you scream.”
How could he argue with that? As their mouths met in another exchange of anticipation and passion, it was years of practice that gave Billie Joe the ability to unbutton and unzip Mike's jeans. He wasn't shocked to realize his boyfriend wasn't wearing underwear-not that he had time to consider it, because this meant they were suddenly flesh to flesh, and both of them grunted sounds of approval at the familiar, intimate contact.
Mike's hands slid underneath the bare cheeks of his ass, and he lifted Billie until he was sitting on the kitchen table, following him with kisses until his head rested against the wood as well. From there, Mike placed lingering kisses down the frontman's body, from his Adam's apple, to each of his hardened nipples, down his chest, and to his stomach. There, he pressed softer, gentler kisses along the length of the faded white scar across the bottom of Billie's stomach, from Olivia's birth. “I love you,” Mike whispered into his skin, “love you so fuckin' much, Bill.”
Before Billie Joe could question the emotion building in the husk of Mike's voice, Mike was gripping the backs of his thighs and pulling his legs around his waist. He spat into his own palm and began rubbing along his own length, shuddering at the sensation. His eyebrows were raised slightly in question. “Do you need prep, baby?”
“No,” Billie managed with a weak shake of the head. He hooked his ankles behind Mike's back. “No, I'm good.”
The bassist responded by easing his erection into Billie, biting his lip to keep his libido from taking over at the mere sensation of his boyfriend's tight heat. After allowing Billie Joe the few seconds needed to adjust, he withdrew slowly and sheathed himself again, this time to the hilt, and he couldn't stop his guttural moan, the sound of Billie's name echoing in the otherwise quiet house.
It took a couple of well practiced strokes, but on the fourth try, Mike hit Billie's prostate dead on and it was Billie's turn to scream, arching his back against the table. Then they were a chorus of sound, Mike groaning and swearing his boyfriend's name, Billie Joe whispering a litany of curses that he'd forgotten he knew. Each thrust was carefully controlled, aimed for the pleasure of both, and each one added to the building climax that was looming before the couple. When Mike knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, he wrapped his hand around Billie's erection, his thumb swiping quickly over his leaking slit. When Billie gasped, he panted, “I want you to come with me, love. Can you do that?”
“Oh, God-God, yes, Mike, fuck.”
After all these years, Billie Joe had memorized the feel of a final thrust, so that when Mike slammed into his prostate with the force of what felt like a hammer, he let go, falling and screaming into orgasm with his lover. The power of Mike's orgasm caused him to hunch over the table, over Billie, his free hand holding him up for balance, as he rode out the blissful wave of ecstasy.
Whether or not it had lasted seconds or hours didn't matter; sheer intensity left them both struggling to regain their breath. Mike felt so spent, he remained leaning over Billie, still inside him, which allowed him perfect access for a few more passionate kisses. He lapped at his boyfriend's mouth, at times still gasping. “I love you,” he said in between, “love you more than anything.”
“I love you too,” Billie Joe whispered, both of his hands curled around the back of Mike's head. Both his body and his mind felt as if he'd travelled to the moon and back in less than an hour, and the thought made him smile. Now this-this was the Mike he knew.
“What're you smiling about?” Mike murmured, a quizzical one of his own tugging at the corners of his mouth, as he pushed a sweat-dampened curl of hair off of Billie's forehead.
“You're still wearing your shirt.”
Mike glanced down, then back at Billie. “Oops,” he breathed, leaning in for another lingering kiss. . .
“Daddy?” A voice broke through the silence, accompanied by the slam of a door. “Mommy?”
“Aw, shit.” Mike stood upright in a hurry, pulling out of his boyfriend gently and bending over to pull his pants back up to his waist. “I'll head her off, you get cleaned up,” he mumbled, quickly pecking Billie on the cheek before dashing from the room.
He had to shake his head to get his bearings back, and at first, he wasn't sure if his feet were going to support him but they did, as he scrambled to gather his clothes. The air suddenly felt cold against his sweaty skin, and after fumbling into his underpants and jeans, Billie Joe ripped off two pieces of paper towel; one to rub away his own come that had began to dry against his belly, and the other to dab away as much of the sweat on his face as he could. Once his t-shirt was back on his body, he fell back into the role of parent with ease, skipping to the front hall to find his family.
“--and we went to three stores until I found the right dress, then we had a picnic in the park, and then Grandma took me to see The Smurfs! It was awesome!”
Mike laughed, Olivia in his arms, and kissed her cheek. “Sounds like you had a full day.”
“The fullest,” Billie's mother amended with a smile. She accepted her son's hug and gave him his own kiss on the cheek, eyebrows raising when she noticed the sweat lingering on his skin. “Were you just outside? I almost had to rethink our picnic, it was so hot out there today. But we found a nice shady spot.”
“I'm glad you guys had fun,” Billie said, before Olivia was at his feet, tugging on his hands.
“Mommy, can I model my outfit for you and Daddy?”
“Of course, sweetheart, we want to see it.”
The young girl cheered and took her shopping bag from Ollie's hands, pounding her little feet up the stairs. Mike chuckled, moving to follow as he said, “Better go with her, make sure she doesn't rip something.”
“Thanks for taking her today, Mom,” Billie Joe told Ollie. “I had to go shopping with Aly today, and Mike took Livy for her school supplies Sunday. I'm not sure he could have survived another trip to the mall with little miss fireball.”
“I was glad to do it, sweetie.” Her knowing eyes looked him up and down, with a faint trace of a smirk on her lips. “Did you know your shirt was inside out, dear?”
Billie glanced down at himself and had the decency to blush, scratching at his mussed hair. “Oops. And I thought we'd gotten away with it too.”
“A mother always knows. Vacation's never over for you two, is it?” When her son blushed further still, Ollie smiled wider. “You never told me how you enjoyed Hawaii.”
“Hawaii was amazing,” Billie sighed, glad for a change in topic. “I think we did everything you could possibly pack into two weeks. We took a ton of pictures too, I'll be sure to print them out for you.”
“I can't wait to see them.”
Olivia came thundering back down the stairs, her father close on her heels, and bounced and twirled in front of her mother and grandmother. The dress was pale pink in color, printed with blue flowers, and a satin pink sash around the middle, a bright flower sown into the hip. “What do you think, Mommy?”
Billie Joe crouched low and beckoned her into his arms, kissing her cheek. “I think you look like a little princess.” He looked up at Ollie. “Good job, Mom.”
“How much do we owe you?” Mike asked her, stepping closer with his hands on his hips.
She waved her hand at Mike, with an exaggerated, disgusted shake of the head. “Not a dime, Mike, you know that by now.”
“How about you stay for dinner then?” Billie asked as he stood back up. “I bought a bunch of vegetables at the farmer's market in San Fran today, and I was thinking about making some veggie tacos tonight.”
A gasp came from below their waist's, and Olivia jumped up and down in front of her grandmother while grabbing onto both of her hands. “Yeah, Grandma, stay! I can show you how I can pump my legs on the swing now!”
Ollie smiled. “Of course I'll stay. How could I say no to that?”