Finally an update
Title: How It All Started - Part Two
Author: abnormalgal2002
Rating: R - NC-17
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Notes: I am sorry it took me this long to update. The internet in my room isn't up yet so I am typing this up in the school computer lab. I hope you enjoy it.
Part 1: http://community.livejournal.com/comingclean/1530561.html#cutid1
"But what if I did it too?"
"What?" I jerk my head up and look at him.
"What if I did it too? What if you get to see me jerk of too?" He repeats himself and this time I can see his desperation.
"But I don't want - I mean, you're my best friend. If we both - I mean..." I ramble.
"We're just experimenting. A lot of guys experiment with other guys. They just don't talk about it," he tells me.
"If they don't talk about it, how do you know they do it?" I ask him.
"Well, I mean... look, do you want to do this or not? You're horny and now, since I've been looking at you naked for the past twenty minutes, I'm horny too. We can help each other out a little," he says.
It is suddenly getting very cold and I am reminded that I'm still standing completely naked in my best friend's backyard.
"Look, we'll discuss this in your room," I tell him nervously.
"No, Mike, Tell me right here, right now, yes or no?" He asks stubbornly. He has to be enjoying this.
I look down, trying to avoid looking at him. "Okay," I whisper. He looks shocked.
"You're actually gonna do it?" He asks me.
"Yeah, but only if you do it first," I tell him, hoping that this will scare him off.
"Okay," he says, taking a deep breath. Shit!
We finally go inside and I slip into his bathroom so I can get my clothes. I put my boxers back on. I go ahead and put my shirt back on as well. I don't even bother with the pants. I then go into Billie's room, closing the door behind me.
"Can you lock it? He asks. I lock the door. "Can you be naked when you jerk off?" He asks hopefully.
"Only if you are, and you stay naked even when I'm jerk off," I tell him, realizing this situation isn't as akward as I would have expected.
"Okay, then, fair is fair. You should be naked when I jerk off too," he says.
"Is there a timer?" I ask him.
"For what?" He asks, looking at me.
"Well, how long did you want to do it for? I mean-" I purposely don't finish my thought.
He grins evilly. "Until you're done," he tells me. I can tell he's challenging me. "Is that okay with you?" He asks.
"Just know that you have to do it too," I tell him. He just nods and looks at me.
He then says, "Okay, Pritchard, strip!"
I grin. "You first," I tell him.
"Okay," he says. He gets up from the bed and first bends down and starts to untie his left shoe. He is probably going to go slow. Sure enough, it takes him about five minutes just to take his damn shoes off. He then pulls his socks off. When his shirt comes off, I can see how nervous he is just by how much he's sweating. He then looks at me as he pulls down his pants, exposing his dark blue boxers. Then he just stares at me.
"Boxers too," I tell him. For the first time tonight, he looks really uncomfortable.
"I actually wanted to ...um... just keep these on," he tells me nervously.
"Well, seeing as how you just made me run around the neighborhood naked, I'm not that sympathetic," I tell them, enjoying this new-found power just a little.
"It's just..um.." and then he mumbles something but I can't for the life of me understand him.
"What?" I ask.
"I'm - small," he says, louder.
"What do you - oh!" It then hits me. "Well, it's just me. And what happened to 'One day thousands of people are gonna see me naked' and all that shit?" I point out to him.
He hesitates. "You're right," he says finally, and pushes his boxers down. I can tell what he means right away but I don't say anything. He can't help it. I'm more enjoying seeing him squirm than I am seeing him naked. He looks at me. "Okay, you're turn," he says.
I quickly pull my shirt up over my head and pull my boxers down.
He looks at me. "That was quick!" He says. He looks down. "Holy shit! It - got bigger!" He exclaims.
"I've been waiting awhile. Can you hurry it up?" I ask, quickly losing patience.
"Um, well, I'm not fully hard... yet," he says slowly. He looks at my hard-on again. "Can I touch it?" He asks. I give him a weird look. "Well, I've never touched one besides my own," he explains quickly.
"I-I guess," I say, feeling nervous again. He reaches his hand out, touches it with one finger and quickly pulls back. I buck up uncontrollably at the slight contact. He notices my reaction and reaches out again. This time, he grabs it loosely with one hand and squeezes it. I buck up again and let out the smallest of moans. He then starts to move his hand up and down slowly and then I belatedly realize what it is he's doing. "Sh-shit," I gasp, trying to maintain at least a little dignity, but it's hard. Is Billie, who's been my best friend for six years, really jerking me off right now? He continues to pump me and he suddenly increases his pace. It feels so good! I suddenly realize one thing. I'm not going to last much longer. I should warn him somehow.
"Billie, I'm going to. I- I," I try to say and then my eyes slam shut and I feel my stomach beginning to tense. If Billie just touches that one spot..one more time..oh God. I'm bucking up uncontrollably now. My eyes are still closed and I feel like I'm on fire and the fire is coming out of me. The feeling eventually ends and I open my eyes to see Billie's hand covered in my come. I look at him and then I look down again.
"Sh-shit," I say finally. I'm suddenly exhausted but I know I still need to finish Billie off but at the same time, I don't want to. I mean, he did just jerk me off. It's only fair that I repay the favor but I'm really tired and just... not ready. He's looking at me and I notice that he's now fully hard. "Billie I'm not sure if I'm r-ready to," I start to say.
"It's okay. I'll take care of myself," he says, grinning.
"Alright, good night," I tell him, even though I still feel bad. Then, I fall asleep a few seconds later.