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Title: Tease Me
Author: blowjobsalways (Erin)
Rating: PG-13 I suppose, but it sort of feels like R
Pairing: Billie/Tre
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't know, don't sue- I have cats.
Warnings: Not really. A bit of desperate!Billie. I either got his his character right, of horribly wrong.
Word Count: 462
Billie writhed and pressed himself closer, nearer, warmer.
“You… you said you never really had anyone to look after,” he whispered, trying to flatten the note of desperation he heard. Every aspect of him gasped at Tre’s touch, gasped: ‘Need-need- need…’
Hesitantly, he reached up and drew off his briefs- the last of his clothing, that final line to cross. Now, he was lying naked, compared to the merely shirtless man beneath him. ‘fucking need god please…’
“Well,” Billie continued. At least he was a man who knew how to work with what he had. Tre’s chest was an honourable, firm, plain of skin. It was warm, and constant, so the singer latched himself to it and wished he could crawl inside. Billie squeezed lightly at the curve of Tre’s hips, finally causing the larger man emit a tiny, withdrawn gasp. Billie made a point to remember it. “Sometimes I want someone to protect me.”
And there it was. The only way to put himself out more would be to slice open his own skin and offer it up to the drummer. Billie felt like he’d done just that.
But still, sure, an answer was important, but Billie coped with waiting. He was contented for a little while- lightly kissing at Tre’s collarbone, humming happily in his own little world as if Tre was not still as stone and wondering what the fuck he should do.
Kiss, kiss, lick, suck, kiss… This felt so nice.
“Ok.”
Billie Joe did not move.
“W-what?”
Tre’s hands established a hold, sliding across the singer’s back, morphing a light touch into a secure hug. Ohhhh… Billie slid into it, felt like he was sinking deeper, and safer, and oh god was that the best feeling ever-
“I said ok. I want to do this.”
“Really?” Billie exhaled suddenly, as if he’d been holding his breath.
“Yeah.”
Billie received him with a smile- crooked with lust and happiness, but still, a still none the less- a grin that made Tre suddenly look very hungry.
The black-haired boy was at once on his lover’s skin again. Kissing, thanking, loving, playing, Billie was in heaven- at least as far as he knew. He said yes… god, yes, he said yes…
Silently, he went on, worshipping the man beneath him, who still did not move, other than to run his hands up and down Billie’s sides a few times. Until finally, strong, thick hands tipped his chin up and held his face still.
“What do you want me to do?”
Billie thought about that. The obvious answer was ‘love me’, but Tre wouldn’t take that. Tre wanted an action, something that (arguably) required thought. Billie dug into his desires, picked what Tre would do to him and considered.
“Tease me.”
Comments (and comment whores) and/or constructive critism appreciated.
Title: Tease Me
Author: blowjobsalways (Erin)
Rating: PG-13 I suppose, but it sort of feels like R
Pairing: Billie/Tre
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't know, don't sue- I have cats.
Warnings: Not really. A bit of desperate!Billie. I either got his his character right, of horribly wrong.
Word Count: 462
Billie writhed and pressed himself closer, nearer, warmer.
“You… you said you never really had anyone to look after,” he whispered, trying to flatten the note of desperation he heard. Every aspect of him gasped at Tre’s touch, gasped: ‘Need-need- need…’
Hesitantly, he reached up and drew off his briefs- the last of his clothing, that final line to cross. Now, he was lying naked, compared to the merely shirtless man beneath him. ‘fucking need god please…’
“Well,” Billie continued. At least he was a man who knew how to work with what he had. Tre’s chest was an honourable, firm, plain of skin. It was warm, and constant, so the singer latched himself to it and wished he could crawl inside. Billie squeezed lightly at the curve of Tre’s hips, finally causing the larger man emit a tiny, withdrawn gasp. Billie made a point to remember it. “Sometimes I want someone to protect me.”
And there it was. The only way to put himself out more would be to slice open his own skin and offer it up to the drummer. Billie felt like he’d done just that.
But still, sure, an answer was important, but Billie coped with waiting. He was contented for a little while- lightly kissing at Tre’s collarbone, humming happily in his own little world as if Tre was not still as stone and wondering what the fuck he should do.
Kiss, kiss, lick, suck, kiss… This felt so nice.
“Ok.”
Billie Joe did not move.
“W-what?”
Tre’s hands established a hold, sliding across the singer’s back, morphing a light touch into a secure hug. Ohhhh… Billie slid into it, felt like he was sinking deeper, and safer, and oh god was that the best feeling ever-
“I said ok. I want to do this.”
“Really?” Billie exhaled suddenly, as if he’d been holding his breath.
“Yeah.”
Billie received him with a smile- crooked with lust and happiness, but still, a still none the less- a grin that made Tre suddenly look very hungry.
The black-haired boy was at once on his lover’s skin again. Kissing, thanking, loving, playing, Billie was in heaven- at least as far as he knew. He said yes… god, yes, he said yes…
Silently, he went on, worshipping the man beneath him, who still did not move, other than to run his hands up and down Billie’s sides a few times. Until finally, strong, thick hands tipped his chin up and held his face still.
“What do you want me to do?”
Billie thought about that. The obvious answer was ‘love me’, but Tre wouldn’t take that. Tre wanted an action, something that (arguably) required thought. Billie dug into his desires, picked what Tre would do to him and considered.
“Tease me.”
Comments (and comment whores) and/or constructive critism appreciated.