Lessons - Standalone
Title: Lessons
Author: Blink-sum-new-muse
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Rancid//Green Day
Summary: Billie Joe needs to learn his lessons, and it's Tim's job to teach him.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the members of Rancid, Green Day or their families. I do, however, own Adam and Jason from A, Matt and Dom from Muse, and Bryan Holland from The Offspring. Yes indeedy. But they can be rented out. Prices negotiable.
Status: Finished.
"I thought I told ya to stay put?"
"I did, I haven't moved!"
Tim is unimpressed at the wide-eyed and indignant impression of innocence. "Bullshit, kid, ya got it all over ya."
"What all over me?" Billie Joe asks, trying to hold up the facade, but it's hesitant and quieter and he knows already he's caught.
"The fuckin' evidence," Tim replies, stepping closer and placing both hands heavily on his boy's shoulders, before ducking his head to swipe his tongue quickly across Billie Joe's cheek. He tastes like ice cream; mint choc chip ice cream, to be exact. Both of theirs favourite flavour.
Billie Joe has the grace - and the experience, and the teaching - now to start feeling ashamed. He'd say sorry, in any normal situation, and all would hopefully be forgiven, but this isn't any normal situation and he knows that Tim will like him saying sorry even less than he liked the fact that Billie Joe snuck off in the first place. Tim said if you felt bad enough to say sorry you shoulda felt bad enough in the first place not to do it.
He doesn't need to say anything now though - neither of them do. Strong hands on small shoulders are enough to let the younger man know that he's going to be punished, because Tim is Very Upset with him right now. Not angry - Tim doesn't get angry with Billie Joe, because then he might hurt him inadvertently, and that would lessen the impact of him hurting the other man through choice - but upset. Upset is somehow worse than angry for Tim's boy anyway, because with anger people get angry and then they vent or lash out at something and then it goes. When Tim's upset it's much more gradual than that; it takes him a long time to come back to normal and Billie Joe knows what he's done is always going to be forgiven, but never forgotten. So then it seems twice as bad when he acts out the next time, because they both remember he's done it before and yet he still hasn't learned his lesson.
Billie Joe sometimes feels there are an awful lot of lessons to be learned, and maybe he won't ever be done with them, but perhaps that isn't a bad thing.
Still without a word, Tim turns Billie Joe so he's facing away from him and then replaces his hands on the younger's shoulders. Without having to be told, Billie Joe starts the slow walk to Rancid's tourbus. It's slow because he knows Tim will just punish him more if it isn't. Tim wants this to be hard for Billie Joe, wants it to drag out and definitely wants as many people as possible to see them and whisper about it, maybe even throw a comment or two towards Billie Joe about being naughty. It's summer, it's the Warped tour, it's a whole bunch of people Billie Joe respects and it's mortifying for him to be seen having to be punished. The only time they walk like this, or stand like this, is when it's leading up to a punishment, and thanks to the fact that neither of them is particularly quiet and their bandmates are worse gossips than stereotypical old women with nothing better to do, everyone knows it.
It doesn't embarrass Billie Joe that everyone knows he's Tim's boy. In fact, he's proud of it, because it means for a start that he's owned by Tim, not some sleazy middle aged kinky...well, Tim is sleazy, middle aged and kinky, and a lot more besides, but in the end he's a good guy. He's not just into this for his own pleasure. So it means that Billie Joe's got good taste. But mostly, it means that Billie Joe was the only one who got to 'tame the beast', so to speak. Billie Joe was the one who made Tim Armstrong settle down, even if it was in a relationship that was considered highly unsettled by most other people. And it means that Billie Joe is Tim's choice. Depending on whether you favour classic punk rock or newer 'commercial' punk rock, one or the other of them is incredibly lucky.
But the punishment...the knowledge that everyone else now has, that he's been bad...that's embarrassing. It's like an advert that he has no self-control. And usually, he does, it's just that...when you're made to stand outside in the heat for hours without moving from the side of a tent, watching all the people go by and having other guys in bands come up to you and ask, "Hey, wanna come and hang out on our bus? We got beer," and you know you can't...things start to get to you. It's enough to make any sane man break down and run off for fifteen minutes, just long enough to grab an ice cream and wolf it down. It probably wasn't worth the punishment though, Billie Joe reflects miserably. Not this part of it, anyway, which really is the only part that can logically be called a punishment. What happens once they're in the bus...that rarely ever leaves either of them anything but blissful.
"Hey, what did you do?" Mike laughs as he jogs up to the couple, then falls into step with them. "Billie Joe been a bad boy?"
Billie Joe would glare at his friend, were it not for the fact that he knows Tim would just stop them moving for another minute at least, so he keeps his head down and doesn't speak.
Tim does, though. "'M 'fraid he has," he tells Mike solemnly. "Boy can't keep his place even for a few hours."
"He's never been very good at that," Mike agrees as though this conversation were completely normal. "You should've seen him waiting in line to get into Warped when we were younger. He was worse than Tre!"
Tim chuckles; a low, gravelly noise that sounds more like a dying car trying to start its engine than anything else. "I can believe it."
"Well, if anyone's gonna teach him not to be so impatient I'm glad it's you," Mike says cheerfully, smiling widely at Tim. "Have a good time, but don't be rough with him, we need him tomorrow at two." With that parting shot, he walks off again, considerably quicker than the pace at which the other two are moving.
Finally, finally, after no less than thirteen catcalls and many more comments, they reach the bus. Billie Joe climbs the steps as though his legs are made out of lead, cursing inwardly when he sees at the top that Lars is there.
Lars simply smirks, "You need to learn to stop pushing it, kid," he comments, before standing up and heading for the door as the two who've just entered move past him towards the back of the bus. Tim says nothing in reply, but offers a nod of the head and a smile.
"Y'know what ta do," he says quietly when they've reached the back, a tiny area cut off from the rest of the bus which houses only a sofa that curls around the sides and back of the bus, and a TV set embedded into the wall. Billie Joe nods silently and begins to take off his clothes. Halfway through, however, he receives a sharp smack to the buttocks that makes him jump in surprise. He almost cries out, but he's too well trained for that...most of the time.
"You know the order," Tim admonishes, somehow without changing his tone or volume. "Collar is last and only if I say so."
"I forgot, Sir," Billie Joe says meekly, removing his hands from the black leather band around his neck and instead moving to take off his pants. His mind wasn't focused on what was happening, but it sure as hell is now.
"Don' forget, kid," Tim advises, moving around Billie Joe to sit down on the sofa, legs spread. He watches the rest of the undressing in silence, but with muted approval. No matter how badly Billie Joe behaves, he still belongs to Tim, and they both know that. And damn if he isn't a fine piece of ass to own, Tim thinks.
When he's finally naked - all except the collar, of course - Billie Joe turns to face his Teacher. Tim likes the label Teacher more than he does Master, because Master implies complete ownership. That's not what this is about. Tim does own Bilie Joe, yes, but that's because Billie Joe agrees to it. There is a get-out clause for both of them. And since they seem to spend most of their time focusing on Billie Joe learning his lessons - don't cheek the Teacher, do what the Teacher orders, don't speak to anyone else in the Teacher's presence unless given permission to do so, etc - Tim thinks that Teacher is a fitting title. That or Sir are the only ways in which Billie Joe is allowed to address him when wearing the collar, unless Tim orders otherwise.
Billie Joe, on the other hand, can be called whatever the fuck Tim wants to call him - Twinkletoes has come up on more than one occasion, for reasons neither of them seemed to want to explain in the company of anyone but themselves - but mostly Tim settles for boy or kid. Billie Joe is far past boyhood, but that's not the point. When he's wearing that collar, he's instantly reverted back to a ten year old mindset, where adults are right just because they're older, and therefore must be listened to. Except, Billie Joe thinks, this 'childhood' is a lot more enjoyable than the first time around, because it involves orgasms he wouldn't even have been able to imagine when he was ten, much less handle.
Speaking of ten, that's the exact amount of seconds they stay still for, facing each other, before Tim makes a move. "Come sit on my lap," he commands in his scratchy, rough and ready voice, making the act that Billie Joe knows is about to follow even more enjoyable. A voice like that shouldn't be followed by actions like the ones that always happen. Billie Joe's perched carefully on his Teacher's legs, a knee on either side of Tim's so that the older man has easy access to every inch of his body. Billie Joe's arms slip around Tim's neck and hold on tightly, as Tim carefully runs his fingers up and down Billie Joe's sides in a light, tickling motion.
Billie Joe giggles, knowing he's allowed to, and closes his eyes, just enjoying the sensations. When Tim's hands move to the back of his head, beginning to pull him forwards, he lets his eyelids slide up just enough to see that he's not going to fall forwards - not that Tim would let him - and then they slip closed again as the pair's lips meet. The kiss is incredibly reminiscent of their first ever, many years ago now, in that it is soft, sweet, and - even all these years later - hesitant. This kiss is always the one to test the waters. If Tim ever got the feeling that his boy wasn't into it, he'd stop immediately, but so far it's never happened. As clueless as he is about a lot of things, Tim is usually very good at reading his friends, especially ones as close as Billie Joe.
At the moment they probably couldn't be closer unless they crawled inside one another, which means that amongst other things, the airflow between them is restricted. Finally they break apart to breathe, Billie Joe sitting back slightly with Tim's strong, comforting hands supporting him, one on his back and one behind his head, and now is when the real punishment begins.
"Don' get off me. Take my pants off," Tim commands, making it clear that Billie Joe has to do this without moving off Tim's lap. Billie Joe sets to work immediately, unbuckling both the heavy belts before starting on the pants that are tighter than most men would be caught dead in. Somehow nobody seems to notice much, perhaps because they're too caught by Tim's stare, but Tim doesn't care because he knows Billie Joe notices. The kid, for all the effort he's putting in, is sighing inside. He hates taking off pants like this because it means he has to lean backwards awkwardly while trying not to fall off, and even though he feels completely safe with Tim, who leans forward enough to support him all the way, it still feels incredibly uncomfortable. But he knows it's a small price to pay for the ultimate conclusion, and he's not about to complain.
After a few minutes of interesting contortions, Tim is naked from the waist down, and completes the manoeuver himelf by quickly tossing his wifebeater to the side. "Lie over," he says, commanding in the way much as one might command a dog. It's not that Billie Joe wouldn't understand more; it's that he understands this entirely without elaboration. This is a practised ritual which they are both familiar with, and they don't need to delay it with unnecessary words. Billie Joe especially would like to get it over and done with, because this part is the punishment. He moves to lay over his Teacher's lap as Tim closes his legs accommodatingly; arms crossing on the seat in front of him and head coming to rest on top of them. His cock, which has been growing ever harder since the moment Tim licked his cheek, is pressed uncomfortably against Tim's thigh, although he knows this will feel better in a minute when he moves with the force of Tim's slaps and he can get some much-needed friction.
Tim lifts his right hand once they're both settled, his left resting comfortingly on the kid's lower back. He brings the hand down hard, connecting with Billie Joe's ass in a way that would force his boy forwards a considerable distance, were it not for the other hand holding him steady and Billie Joe knowingly gripping onto the sofa cushions with both hands. His Teacher doesn't like it when they have to reposition after every slap.
"One," Tim's boy counts aloud, voice clear but not defiant. He speaks as though he's merely reciting ingredients in a recipe.
The Teacher nods approvingly, before raising his hand again and then, after a pause, bringing it back down.
"Two," Billie Joe announces.
This continues all the way to twenty, at which point Billie Joe's ass is red and probably already starting to bruise. Tears are forming unbidden in the corner of his eyes, and his efforts at counting are becoming ever more difficult. Tim, knowing how far he can reasonably expect to push, nods to himself once more and then helps Billie Joe back to his original position on Tim's lap, again with his legs spread because this way the boy's ass isn't in direct contact with anything. He leans forward and, very gently, wipes the tears away, before licking the thumb he's used. It's a sign to both of them that Tim is sorry for his pain, but it was caused by him for a definite reason, and he is in control.
Billie Joe understands, and if Tim put him outside now and told him to wait by the side of a tent for hours in the heat, he wouldn't move once. It's one more lesson learned.
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Author: Blink-sum-new-muse
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Rancid//Green Day
Summary: Billie Joe needs to learn his lessons, and it's Tim's job to teach him.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the members of Rancid, Green Day or their families. I do, however, own Adam and Jason from A, Matt and Dom from Muse, and Bryan Holland from The Offspring. Yes indeedy. But they can be rented out. Prices negotiable.
Status: Finished.
"I thought I told ya to stay put?"
"I did, I haven't moved!"
Tim is unimpressed at the wide-eyed and indignant impression of innocence. "Bullshit, kid, ya got it all over ya."
"What all over me?" Billie Joe asks, trying to hold up the facade, but it's hesitant and quieter and he knows already he's caught.
"The fuckin' evidence," Tim replies, stepping closer and placing both hands heavily on his boy's shoulders, before ducking his head to swipe his tongue quickly across Billie Joe's cheek. He tastes like ice cream; mint choc chip ice cream, to be exact. Both of theirs favourite flavour.
Billie Joe has the grace - and the experience, and the teaching - now to start feeling ashamed. He'd say sorry, in any normal situation, and all would hopefully be forgiven, but this isn't any normal situation and he knows that Tim will like him saying sorry even less than he liked the fact that Billie Joe snuck off in the first place. Tim said if you felt bad enough to say sorry you shoulda felt bad enough in the first place not to do it.
He doesn't need to say anything now though - neither of them do. Strong hands on small shoulders are enough to let the younger man know that he's going to be punished, because Tim is Very Upset with him right now. Not angry - Tim doesn't get angry with Billie Joe, because then he might hurt him inadvertently, and that would lessen the impact of him hurting the other man through choice - but upset. Upset is somehow worse than angry for Tim's boy anyway, because with anger people get angry and then they vent or lash out at something and then it goes. When Tim's upset it's much more gradual than that; it takes him a long time to come back to normal and Billie Joe knows what he's done is always going to be forgiven, but never forgotten. So then it seems twice as bad when he acts out the next time, because they both remember he's done it before and yet he still hasn't learned his lesson.
Billie Joe sometimes feels there are an awful lot of lessons to be learned, and maybe he won't ever be done with them, but perhaps that isn't a bad thing.
Still without a word, Tim turns Billie Joe so he's facing away from him and then replaces his hands on the younger's shoulders. Without having to be told, Billie Joe starts the slow walk to Rancid's tourbus. It's slow because he knows Tim will just punish him more if it isn't. Tim wants this to be hard for Billie Joe, wants it to drag out and definitely wants as many people as possible to see them and whisper about it, maybe even throw a comment or two towards Billie Joe about being naughty. It's summer, it's the Warped tour, it's a whole bunch of people Billie Joe respects and it's mortifying for him to be seen having to be punished. The only time they walk like this, or stand like this, is when it's leading up to a punishment, and thanks to the fact that neither of them is particularly quiet and their bandmates are worse gossips than stereotypical old women with nothing better to do, everyone knows it.
It doesn't embarrass Billie Joe that everyone knows he's Tim's boy. In fact, he's proud of it, because it means for a start that he's owned by Tim, not some sleazy middle aged kinky...well, Tim is sleazy, middle aged and kinky, and a lot more besides, but in the end he's a good guy. He's not just into this for his own pleasure. So it means that Billie Joe's got good taste. But mostly, it means that Billie Joe was the only one who got to 'tame the beast', so to speak. Billie Joe was the one who made Tim Armstrong settle down, even if it was in a relationship that was considered highly unsettled by most other people. And it means that Billie Joe is Tim's choice. Depending on whether you favour classic punk rock or newer 'commercial' punk rock, one or the other of them is incredibly lucky.
But the punishment...the knowledge that everyone else now has, that he's been bad...that's embarrassing. It's like an advert that he has no self-control. And usually, he does, it's just that...when you're made to stand outside in the heat for hours without moving from the side of a tent, watching all the people go by and having other guys in bands come up to you and ask, "Hey, wanna come and hang out on our bus? We got beer," and you know you can't...things start to get to you. It's enough to make any sane man break down and run off for fifteen minutes, just long enough to grab an ice cream and wolf it down. It probably wasn't worth the punishment though, Billie Joe reflects miserably. Not this part of it, anyway, which really is the only part that can logically be called a punishment. What happens once they're in the bus...that rarely ever leaves either of them anything but blissful.
"Hey, what did you do?" Mike laughs as he jogs up to the couple, then falls into step with them. "Billie Joe been a bad boy?"
Billie Joe would glare at his friend, were it not for the fact that he knows Tim would just stop them moving for another minute at least, so he keeps his head down and doesn't speak.
Tim does, though. "'M 'fraid he has," he tells Mike solemnly. "Boy can't keep his place even for a few hours."
"He's never been very good at that," Mike agrees as though this conversation were completely normal. "You should've seen him waiting in line to get into Warped when we were younger. He was worse than Tre!"
Tim chuckles; a low, gravelly noise that sounds more like a dying car trying to start its engine than anything else. "I can believe it."
"Well, if anyone's gonna teach him not to be so impatient I'm glad it's you," Mike says cheerfully, smiling widely at Tim. "Have a good time, but don't be rough with him, we need him tomorrow at two." With that parting shot, he walks off again, considerably quicker than the pace at which the other two are moving.
Finally, finally, after no less than thirteen catcalls and many more comments, they reach the bus. Billie Joe climbs the steps as though his legs are made out of lead, cursing inwardly when he sees at the top that Lars is there.
Lars simply smirks, "You need to learn to stop pushing it, kid," he comments, before standing up and heading for the door as the two who've just entered move past him towards the back of the bus. Tim says nothing in reply, but offers a nod of the head and a smile.
"Y'know what ta do," he says quietly when they've reached the back, a tiny area cut off from the rest of the bus which houses only a sofa that curls around the sides and back of the bus, and a TV set embedded into the wall. Billie Joe nods silently and begins to take off his clothes. Halfway through, however, he receives a sharp smack to the buttocks that makes him jump in surprise. He almost cries out, but he's too well trained for that...most of the time.
"You know the order," Tim admonishes, somehow without changing his tone or volume. "Collar is last and only if I say so."
"I forgot, Sir," Billie Joe says meekly, removing his hands from the black leather band around his neck and instead moving to take off his pants. His mind wasn't focused on what was happening, but it sure as hell is now.
"Don' forget, kid," Tim advises, moving around Billie Joe to sit down on the sofa, legs spread. He watches the rest of the undressing in silence, but with muted approval. No matter how badly Billie Joe behaves, he still belongs to Tim, and they both know that. And damn if he isn't a fine piece of ass to own, Tim thinks.
When he's finally naked - all except the collar, of course - Billie Joe turns to face his Teacher. Tim likes the label Teacher more than he does Master, because Master implies complete ownership. That's not what this is about. Tim does own Bilie Joe, yes, but that's because Billie Joe agrees to it. There is a get-out clause for both of them. And since they seem to spend most of their time focusing on Billie Joe learning his lessons - don't cheek the Teacher, do what the Teacher orders, don't speak to anyone else in the Teacher's presence unless given permission to do so, etc - Tim thinks that Teacher is a fitting title. That or Sir are the only ways in which Billie Joe is allowed to address him when wearing the collar, unless Tim orders otherwise.
Billie Joe, on the other hand, can be called whatever the fuck Tim wants to call him - Twinkletoes has come up on more than one occasion, for reasons neither of them seemed to want to explain in the company of anyone but themselves - but mostly Tim settles for boy or kid. Billie Joe is far past boyhood, but that's not the point. When he's wearing that collar, he's instantly reverted back to a ten year old mindset, where adults are right just because they're older, and therefore must be listened to. Except, Billie Joe thinks, this 'childhood' is a lot more enjoyable than the first time around, because it involves orgasms he wouldn't even have been able to imagine when he was ten, much less handle.
Speaking of ten, that's the exact amount of seconds they stay still for, facing each other, before Tim makes a move. "Come sit on my lap," he commands in his scratchy, rough and ready voice, making the act that Billie Joe knows is about to follow even more enjoyable. A voice like that shouldn't be followed by actions like the ones that always happen. Billie Joe's perched carefully on his Teacher's legs, a knee on either side of Tim's so that the older man has easy access to every inch of his body. Billie Joe's arms slip around Tim's neck and hold on tightly, as Tim carefully runs his fingers up and down Billie Joe's sides in a light, tickling motion.
Billie Joe giggles, knowing he's allowed to, and closes his eyes, just enjoying the sensations. When Tim's hands move to the back of his head, beginning to pull him forwards, he lets his eyelids slide up just enough to see that he's not going to fall forwards - not that Tim would let him - and then they slip closed again as the pair's lips meet. The kiss is incredibly reminiscent of their first ever, many years ago now, in that it is soft, sweet, and - even all these years later - hesitant. This kiss is always the one to test the waters. If Tim ever got the feeling that his boy wasn't into it, he'd stop immediately, but so far it's never happened. As clueless as he is about a lot of things, Tim is usually very good at reading his friends, especially ones as close as Billie Joe.
At the moment they probably couldn't be closer unless they crawled inside one another, which means that amongst other things, the airflow between them is restricted. Finally they break apart to breathe, Billie Joe sitting back slightly with Tim's strong, comforting hands supporting him, one on his back and one behind his head, and now is when the real punishment begins.
"Don' get off me. Take my pants off," Tim commands, making it clear that Billie Joe has to do this without moving off Tim's lap. Billie Joe sets to work immediately, unbuckling both the heavy belts before starting on the pants that are tighter than most men would be caught dead in. Somehow nobody seems to notice much, perhaps because they're too caught by Tim's stare, but Tim doesn't care because he knows Billie Joe notices. The kid, for all the effort he's putting in, is sighing inside. He hates taking off pants like this because it means he has to lean backwards awkwardly while trying not to fall off, and even though he feels completely safe with Tim, who leans forward enough to support him all the way, it still feels incredibly uncomfortable. But he knows it's a small price to pay for the ultimate conclusion, and he's not about to complain.
After a few minutes of interesting contortions, Tim is naked from the waist down, and completes the manoeuver himelf by quickly tossing his wifebeater to the side. "Lie over," he says, commanding in the way much as one might command a dog. It's not that Billie Joe wouldn't understand more; it's that he understands this entirely without elaboration. This is a practised ritual which they are both familiar with, and they don't need to delay it with unnecessary words. Billie Joe especially would like to get it over and done with, because this part is the punishment. He moves to lay over his Teacher's lap as Tim closes his legs accommodatingly; arms crossing on the seat in front of him and head coming to rest on top of them. His cock, which has been growing ever harder since the moment Tim licked his cheek, is pressed uncomfortably against Tim's thigh, although he knows this will feel better in a minute when he moves with the force of Tim's slaps and he can get some much-needed friction.
Tim lifts his right hand once they're both settled, his left resting comfortingly on the kid's lower back. He brings the hand down hard, connecting with Billie Joe's ass in a way that would force his boy forwards a considerable distance, were it not for the other hand holding him steady and Billie Joe knowingly gripping onto the sofa cushions with both hands. His Teacher doesn't like it when they have to reposition after every slap.
"One," Tim's boy counts aloud, voice clear but not defiant. He speaks as though he's merely reciting ingredients in a recipe.
The Teacher nods approvingly, before raising his hand again and then, after a pause, bringing it back down.
"Two," Billie Joe announces.
This continues all the way to twenty, at which point Billie Joe's ass is red and probably already starting to bruise. Tears are forming unbidden in the corner of his eyes, and his efforts at counting are becoming ever more difficult. Tim, knowing how far he can reasonably expect to push, nods to himself once more and then helps Billie Joe back to his original position on Tim's lap, again with his legs spread because this way the boy's ass isn't in direct contact with anything. He leans forward and, very gently, wipes the tears away, before licking the thumb he's used. It's a sign to both of them that Tim is sorry for his pain, but it was caused by him for a definite reason, and he is in control.
Billie Joe understands, and if Tim put him outside now and told him to wait by the side of a tent for hours in the heat, he wouldn't move once. It's one more lesson learned.
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