80's Request
Title: 80's Request
Autor: lionkeeper
Pairing: Billie/Mike (Adrienne/Brittney?)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Never happened
Genre: Humour, hopefully!
Notes: Mike finds himself hidden in the bushes after getting a cryptic text from Billie.
“Dude. For real. You … you got a LOT of explaining to do.”
Mike was soaked, and he was not a happy boy. He’d been waiting in these woods, in the thick under shrubbery where no one could see in or out and you had to crawl a little bit to get in, for twenty minutes before the rain started. As hidden as he and Billie’s old hiding place was, it didn’t offer shelter from a downpour like that one. And now here Billie was, soaked through and covered in bits of twigs and leaves after crawling into their hiding place, grinning from ear to ear as he crawled over to Mike. Out of breath, with rain stuck to his eyelashes and dripping from his hair, he shook himself, almost like a dog.
“Mike,” Billie panted, taking Mike’s hands in his own and pulling him close. “Aw come on, Mike. Don’t be mad at me!”
“You texted me almost an hour ago!”
“I know,” Billie winced. “And I swear I was about to leave but the car was fucking up and then I kept stalling it and … and … look I’m here now, aren’t I? Aren’t I?”
Billie tugged on Mike’s hands, but Mike wasn’t going to budge. Not yet. He wanted to let him sweat a bit. He was still mad at him, dammit. And he wanted to know what was so important he had to meet Billie here out of nowhere in the middle of the day; rain be damned.
“I guess so,” Mike said, cautiously. “So what do you want, anyway?”
A slow grin flashed across Billie’s damp lips as he squeezed Mike’s hands tighter, and Mike finally gave in, turned to him, until their knees were grazing from where they both knelt on the soft, damp earth.
“Dude,” Billie started, and he was still panting, still flushed. His hot breath tickled Mike’s damp cheeks. And he was sitting really, really close to Mike, and it made sense, really, since there wasn’t a lot of space in this hideout. But it was also slightly unnerving, too, and Mike couldn’t figure out why. Because Billie was totally on edge, like he’d just drank a whole pot of coffee, and was practically vibrating where he sat. And while Mike waited for Billie to spit it out, Billie simply massaged his thumbs into Mike’s hands. He let go of one and groped at Mike’s thigh instead, squeezing from the knee up, and a shiver ran through Mike, and it wasn’t from the cold.
“Dude … what are you doing?” Mike asked, and he knew he sounded like an absolute idiot.
“I was … kinda thinking … we could … just … you know,” Billie shrugged, and he was practically sitting in Mike’s lap, now. “We could fool around a bit …”
“Fool … fool around? As in …. out here?! In the open? Are you fucking crazy?”
If Billie was taken aback or put off by Mike’s outburst, he didn’t show it. Instead, he carried on squeezing Mike’s thigh, and Mike was starting to like it, and that was just rubbish because he was not a happy boy.
“C’mon, it’s kinda hot, you know, the thought of maybe getting caught,” Billie said. “Like … you ever been naked outside, Mike? Such a rush!”
“Are you … are you high?”
Billie rolled his eyes, before grabbing Mike’s face in his clammy, damp hands and smashing their lips together. And Mike couldn’t help it. He lived for Billie’s kisses, and the man was right; this was thrilling. He was already feeling himself spring to life and his heart was beating frantically as Billie got his blood boiling.
“Billie,” he whined, when Billie pulled away, started to nuzzle into his neck. And every ounce of anger seemed to drain out of him with every flick of Billie’s tongue against his collarbone, below his ear. A sneaky hand was rubbing at the fabric against Mike’s crotch, and then it was gone, and Billie was fumbling in his pockets.
“I gotta do this for Adrienne,” Billie said, his green eyes catching Mike’s gaze. “I gotta film it.”
“Awww Billie … fuck … no,” Mike shook his head, and Billie kissed him again, hard.
“For Adrienne,” Billie moaned, his tone urgent. “She’s … waiting at home for this, man!”
“Fuck … really?”
Billie nodded, his eyebrows raising up and behind strands of damp, dark hair.
“You … your car wasn’t stalling, was it? You were in bed with Adrienne, weren’t you?”
Billie’s gaze fell, for a moment, and he nodded, almost guiltily, looking like a kid who had gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“That’s … so fucking hot,” Mike breathed, before moving in and claiming Billie’s lips again, dragging a surprised yelp from them in the bargain. More frantic kisses followed, and they probably would have gone on even longer, had they not been interrupted by a soggy and panting Labrador. It came bouncing toward their hideout, where it sniffed about nosily, and barked, knowing someone was hiding in there. Billie and Mike froze, clinging to one another as the dog scratched at the earth, and footsteps followed. Someone called, “Missy! Come on, girl!” and the dog ran after its owner.
Mike’s heart was pounding out of his chest, as Billie finally let out a long and shaky breath of relief.
“Holy hell, that was …”
“Scary,” Mike groaned, clutching his chest. “I don’t want that to happen again!”
“Okay, yeah, me neither.”
Billie nodded his head drastically, getting into business mode. He threw his phone at Mike, who barely caught it, and then dragged Mike closer by his hips, yanking his button open and pulling on his zipper. Mike busied himself with finding the camera function on Billie’s iPhone, feeling like an idiot as he starred through the lens at Billie who was currently yanking Mike’s pants down.
“You getting this?” Billie asked, and Mike simply nodded as he watched Billie take a hold of his hard on, yank him forward. A low and audible groan fell from his lips; he quickly hushed himself, as Billie knelt in even closer, slowly pressing his lips to the head, then running his tongue along the underside, before taking it in slowly.
And this was like torture. Because Billie was going slow, for one thing; playing up to the camera, giving little groans and sucking gently. And Mike couldn’t make a sound, couldn’t moan like he was so used to doing.
“You look so hot doing this,” Mike admitted, biting his lower lip hard to suppress more noises. Billie groaned, closing his eyes tight, and the noise caused vibrations to shoot through Mike, who groaned in return and started to thrust his hips.
“Billie,” Mike hissed. “Aw, fuck. Faster.”
Billie pulled away, drew in a long breath, and then carried on, moving faster and harder as Mike requested. The slick, wet sounds filled the area around them, drawing attention to anyone who may be close enough; and Mike didn’t care. Because Billie was right. This was absolutely, mind numbingly hot, and he knew he wouldn’t be lasting long. Which was just as well, really.
And Billie must have sensed it, too, because he started to bob his head even faster, and that’s what did it. Mike reached forward, grabbing a handful of Billie’s damp curls and tangling them in his fingers, urging Billie closer. A wordless cry and a star filled explosion later, Mike was coming hard, his grasp on the phone faltering as Billie took in every last drop and sucked him dry.
Once it was over, Billie jumped back quickly, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. Mike hurriedly yanked his boxers back up and zipped his pants, noticing the straining in the front of Billie’s jeans.
“You … you want me to …?”
A slow and almost pained grin flashed across Billie’s features.
“I can’t,” he groaned. “Gotta save it. For Adrienne.”
Mike felt himself grinning. He shook his head in disbelief.
“You guys are fucking insane.”
“Onto a good thing, I like to call it!” Billie said, as he crawled out and into the open. The sun was shining now, and it blinded Mike as he joined Billie, standing up and stretching his legs and patting himself down. Billie didn’t even do that. Seemed he had to return to Adrienne exactly how Mike had left him.
They were parked in different areas, so had to leave in opposite directions. Billie grinned shiftily, his phone in his hand.
“Seeya later, man.”
He left a sneaky kiss on Mike’s cheek and was gone, almost running - awkwardly - along the jagged pathway that lead back to the road he had parked on. Mike watched him go, then ambled aimlessly back to his own car.
Hours later, after Brittney had demanded a recap (Adrienne had put her in the know as soon as Billie had left home), Mike’s phone buzzed with a new text. It was from Adrienne.
“Thank you. So. Fucking. Much.
Next time, how about you and Billie stay home, and me and Brittney …”
*
Autor: lionkeeper
Pairing: Billie/Mike (Adrienne/Brittney?)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Never happened
Genre: Humour, hopefully!
Notes: Mike finds himself hidden in the bushes after getting a cryptic text from Billie.
“Dude. For real. You … you got a LOT of explaining to do.”
Mike was soaked, and he was not a happy boy. He’d been waiting in these woods, in the thick under shrubbery where no one could see in or out and you had to crawl a little bit to get in, for twenty minutes before the rain started. As hidden as he and Billie’s old hiding place was, it didn’t offer shelter from a downpour like that one. And now here Billie was, soaked through and covered in bits of twigs and leaves after crawling into their hiding place, grinning from ear to ear as he crawled over to Mike. Out of breath, with rain stuck to his eyelashes and dripping from his hair, he shook himself, almost like a dog.
“Mike,” Billie panted, taking Mike’s hands in his own and pulling him close. “Aw come on, Mike. Don’t be mad at me!”
“You texted me almost an hour ago!”
“I know,” Billie winced. “And I swear I was about to leave but the car was fucking up and then I kept stalling it and … and … look I’m here now, aren’t I? Aren’t I?”
Billie tugged on Mike’s hands, but Mike wasn’t going to budge. Not yet. He wanted to let him sweat a bit. He was still mad at him, dammit. And he wanted to know what was so important he had to meet Billie here out of nowhere in the middle of the day; rain be damned.
“I guess so,” Mike said, cautiously. “So what do you want, anyway?”
A slow grin flashed across Billie’s damp lips as he squeezed Mike’s hands tighter, and Mike finally gave in, turned to him, until their knees were grazing from where they both knelt on the soft, damp earth.
“Dude,” Billie started, and he was still panting, still flushed. His hot breath tickled Mike’s damp cheeks. And he was sitting really, really close to Mike, and it made sense, really, since there wasn’t a lot of space in this hideout. But it was also slightly unnerving, too, and Mike couldn’t figure out why. Because Billie was totally on edge, like he’d just drank a whole pot of coffee, and was practically vibrating where he sat. And while Mike waited for Billie to spit it out, Billie simply massaged his thumbs into Mike’s hands. He let go of one and groped at Mike’s thigh instead, squeezing from the knee up, and a shiver ran through Mike, and it wasn’t from the cold.
“Dude … what are you doing?” Mike asked, and he knew he sounded like an absolute idiot.
“I was … kinda thinking … we could … just … you know,” Billie shrugged, and he was practically sitting in Mike’s lap, now. “We could fool around a bit …”
“Fool … fool around? As in …. out here?! In the open? Are you fucking crazy?”
If Billie was taken aback or put off by Mike’s outburst, he didn’t show it. Instead, he carried on squeezing Mike’s thigh, and Mike was starting to like it, and that was just rubbish because he was not a happy boy.
“C’mon, it’s kinda hot, you know, the thought of maybe getting caught,” Billie said. “Like … you ever been naked outside, Mike? Such a rush!”
“Are you … are you high?”
Billie rolled his eyes, before grabbing Mike’s face in his clammy, damp hands and smashing their lips together. And Mike couldn’t help it. He lived for Billie’s kisses, and the man was right; this was thrilling. He was already feeling himself spring to life and his heart was beating frantically as Billie got his blood boiling.
“Billie,” he whined, when Billie pulled away, started to nuzzle into his neck. And every ounce of anger seemed to drain out of him with every flick of Billie’s tongue against his collarbone, below his ear. A sneaky hand was rubbing at the fabric against Mike’s crotch, and then it was gone, and Billie was fumbling in his pockets.
“I gotta do this for Adrienne,” Billie said, his green eyes catching Mike’s gaze. “I gotta film it.”
“Awww Billie … fuck … no,” Mike shook his head, and Billie kissed him again, hard.
“For Adrienne,” Billie moaned, his tone urgent. “She’s … waiting at home for this, man!”
“Fuck … really?”
Billie nodded, his eyebrows raising up and behind strands of damp, dark hair.
“You … your car wasn’t stalling, was it? You were in bed with Adrienne, weren’t you?”
Billie’s gaze fell, for a moment, and he nodded, almost guiltily, looking like a kid who had gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“That’s … so fucking hot,” Mike breathed, before moving in and claiming Billie’s lips again, dragging a surprised yelp from them in the bargain. More frantic kisses followed, and they probably would have gone on even longer, had they not been interrupted by a soggy and panting Labrador. It came bouncing toward their hideout, where it sniffed about nosily, and barked, knowing someone was hiding in there. Billie and Mike froze, clinging to one another as the dog scratched at the earth, and footsteps followed. Someone called, “Missy! Come on, girl!” and the dog ran after its owner.
Mike’s heart was pounding out of his chest, as Billie finally let out a long and shaky breath of relief.
“Holy hell, that was …”
“Scary,” Mike groaned, clutching his chest. “I don’t want that to happen again!”
“Okay, yeah, me neither.”
Billie nodded his head drastically, getting into business mode. He threw his phone at Mike, who barely caught it, and then dragged Mike closer by his hips, yanking his button open and pulling on his zipper. Mike busied himself with finding the camera function on Billie’s iPhone, feeling like an idiot as he starred through the lens at Billie who was currently yanking Mike’s pants down.
“You getting this?” Billie asked, and Mike simply nodded as he watched Billie take a hold of his hard on, yank him forward. A low and audible groan fell from his lips; he quickly hushed himself, as Billie knelt in even closer, slowly pressing his lips to the head, then running his tongue along the underside, before taking it in slowly.
And this was like torture. Because Billie was going slow, for one thing; playing up to the camera, giving little groans and sucking gently. And Mike couldn’t make a sound, couldn’t moan like he was so used to doing.
“You look so hot doing this,” Mike admitted, biting his lower lip hard to suppress more noises. Billie groaned, closing his eyes tight, and the noise caused vibrations to shoot through Mike, who groaned in return and started to thrust his hips.
“Billie,” Mike hissed. “Aw, fuck. Faster.”
Billie pulled away, drew in a long breath, and then carried on, moving faster and harder as Mike requested. The slick, wet sounds filled the area around them, drawing attention to anyone who may be close enough; and Mike didn’t care. Because Billie was right. This was absolutely, mind numbingly hot, and he knew he wouldn’t be lasting long. Which was just as well, really.
And Billie must have sensed it, too, because he started to bob his head even faster, and that’s what did it. Mike reached forward, grabbing a handful of Billie’s damp curls and tangling them in his fingers, urging Billie closer. A wordless cry and a star filled explosion later, Mike was coming hard, his grasp on the phone faltering as Billie took in every last drop and sucked him dry.
Once it was over, Billie jumped back quickly, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. Mike hurriedly yanked his boxers back up and zipped his pants, noticing the straining in the front of Billie’s jeans.
“You … you want me to …?”
A slow and almost pained grin flashed across Billie’s features.
“I can’t,” he groaned. “Gotta save it. For Adrienne.”
Mike felt himself grinning. He shook his head in disbelief.
“You guys are fucking insane.”
“Onto a good thing, I like to call it!” Billie said, as he crawled out and into the open. The sun was shining now, and it blinded Mike as he joined Billie, standing up and stretching his legs and patting himself down. Billie didn’t even do that. Seemed he had to return to Adrienne exactly how Mike had left him.
They were parked in different areas, so had to leave in opposite directions. Billie grinned shiftily, his phone in his hand.
“Seeya later, man.”
He left a sneaky kiss on Mike’s cheek and was gone, almost running - awkwardly - along the jagged pathway that lead back to the road he had parked on. Mike watched him go, then ambled aimlessly back to his own car.
Hours later, after Brittney had demanded a recap (Adrienne had put her in the know as soon as Billie had left home), Mike’s phone buzzed with a new text. It was from Adrienne.
“Thank you. So. Fucking. Much.
Next time, how about you and Billie stay home, and me and Brittney …”
*