#15 Leather
Title: Troublemaker (1/2)
Author: bj_unoxx
Pairing: Billie Joe/Tré
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They own themselves, this is just fiction.
AN: Prompted by mike_dosxx - Leather - If anyone else wants to prompt me, the table can be found on my journal and there's a sticky contact post at the top for requests of any kind! :)
There was something about him in leather that just got the guitarist going. Maybe it was because he hardly wore the thigh hugging trousers. Or maybe it was the combination of those fucking leathers and that not so subtle arrow on the perfectly fitting t-shirt. The worst of it was, Tré Cool knew exactly what his wardrobe choice was doing to the singer and the mindless way he tapped his drumsticks against his thigh was definitely not helping matters. Pulling another ridiculous pose for the cameras, Billie Joe leaned closer to the drummer playfully spanking his delicious leather clad ass. A little smirk curving the corners of Tré's lips was the only reaction he gave, but behind the dark glasses his eyes sparked with mischief and a little bit more.
Things got out of hand rapidly once they were out of view. Shirts were tugged off, jeans discarded and messy kisses left both men breathless. The black haired singer pinned his drummer to the dressing room wall. Hands slid over smooth skin, feeling the muscles beneath, getting aroused just by the tactile sensation. 'You're a fucking tease...' Billie Joe's voice was heavy with lust, but there was a slight whine in the words too. The tone was one he knew Tré couldn't resist so naturally he used it frequently. With a smirk, he trailed his mouth over warm skin, heading down Tré's body leaving marks in his wake and getting fingers twisting into his hair for his efforts.
A happy sounding purr escaped the guitarist's throat as his lips met warm black leather, Tré's heat radiating through the second skin. Unhooking the neat little flap that covered the button, Billie looked up through his lashes as his drummer inhaled sharply. There was a tiny hint of panic in the deep blue eyes and the singer reached up with one hand, stroking the younger man's stomach in reassurance. 'Plenty of time baby...' Fingers worked the stiff button open before he ducked forward and took the zipper between his teeth, dragging it down slowly. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband, he tugged the leather from Tré's hips, releasing the zip pull to lick his lips as smooth pale skin was revealed.
Without hesitation the singer ran his tongue up Tré's semi-hard cock, earning himself a groan of pleasure from the red head. 'Bill.' Fingers tugging lightly on his hair made him look up and he tilted his head in question. 'Your voice.' Tré hated himself as he spoke the words, wanting nothing more than to let Billie Joe finish what he started and fuck that pretty mouth of his; but they had to perform to the crowd out in the auditorium, Billie's voice needed to be intact. He wasn't prepared for the look on his front man's face, the wicked little curve of his lips as he stated simply "fuck my voice" before ducking his head and taking him whole.
Tré let out a strangled cry, shock and pleasure mixing to make a sound that went straight to Billie Joe's own hardening length. Blunt nails dug into the skin at Tré's hips, a warning to lower the volume a little. Mike and Jason were right next door and the sounds of a bass and guitar being tuned and retuned obsessive compulsively bled through the wall. ‘MnnuhhhfuckBillie…’ The drummer’s hands fisted in straightened black hair, sticking slightly in the product that coated the dyed locks. He could practically feel the singer smirk around him as he worked that sinful mouth to make him come undone.
‘Billie Joe...’ The name was drawn out into a long moan as Tré felt teeth graze against over sensitive flesh. Then suddenly the wet heat was gone and a whine slipped from his lips, looking down he narrowed deep blue eyes suspiciously at the wicked grin he was met with. ‘Now who’s the fucking tease?’ His words were more like a growl as he caught slim wrists in his hands tugging the Cheshire cat of a front man to his feet.
Billie smiled as he was pulled against the drummer’s body, tugging one hand free to continue the job he started with his mouth, fingers teasing Tré’s ball gently. ‘Take care with me, no marks, we got a performance later.’ That was all he managed to get out before he was thrown onto the sofa. Pressing his shoulder blades against the cushions, he lifted his hips, staring up at Tré as the younger man wriggled out of restricting pants. Sticking two fingers into his own mouth he sucked, slicking them up with saliva.
Keeping eye contact with the drummer, he reached between his legs and proceeded to prep his body, moaning through swollen lips as he finger-fucked himself, free hand drifting to touch his aching cock. ‘Nnmm fuckin’ c’mere.’ The whine was back, along with a demanding tone, and he smirked as Tré’s only reaction was to take hold of his wrists and pin them above his head.
‘Let me do that.’ Shifting to hold the older man’s wrists with just one hand, Tré eased his singer’s thighs apart, pinching pale skin before guiding one to wrap around his waist. ‘You gonna be quiet, Bill?’ A dark red brow rose in question, as he watched his lover chew his lower lip before shaking his head in answer. ‘Hmm didn’t think so,’ leaning forwards he pressed his lips to Billie Joe’s, hips pushing forwards as he slid into the smaller, tight, body of his friend, their kiss muffling both their groans. I should wear leather pants more often...
Author: bj_unoxx
Pairing: Billie Joe/Tré
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They own themselves, this is just fiction.
AN: Prompted by mike_dosxx - Leather - If anyone else wants to prompt me, the table can be found on my journal and there's a sticky contact post at the top for requests of any kind! :)
There was something about him in leather that just got the guitarist going. Maybe it was because he hardly wore the thigh hugging trousers. Or maybe it was the combination of those fucking leathers and that not so subtle arrow on the perfectly fitting t-shirt. The worst of it was, Tré Cool knew exactly what his wardrobe choice was doing to the singer and the mindless way he tapped his drumsticks against his thigh was definitely not helping matters. Pulling another ridiculous pose for the cameras, Billie Joe leaned closer to the drummer playfully spanking his delicious leather clad ass. A little smirk curving the corners of Tré's lips was the only reaction he gave, but behind the dark glasses his eyes sparked with mischief and a little bit more.
Things got out of hand rapidly once they were out of view. Shirts were tugged off, jeans discarded and messy kisses left both men breathless. The black haired singer pinned his drummer to the dressing room wall. Hands slid over smooth skin, feeling the muscles beneath, getting aroused just by the tactile sensation. 'You're a fucking tease...' Billie Joe's voice was heavy with lust, but there was a slight whine in the words too. The tone was one he knew Tré couldn't resist so naturally he used it frequently. With a smirk, he trailed his mouth over warm skin, heading down Tré's body leaving marks in his wake and getting fingers twisting into his hair for his efforts.
A happy sounding purr escaped the guitarist's throat as his lips met warm black leather, Tré's heat radiating through the second skin. Unhooking the neat little flap that covered the button, Billie looked up through his lashes as his drummer inhaled sharply. There was a tiny hint of panic in the deep blue eyes and the singer reached up with one hand, stroking the younger man's stomach in reassurance. 'Plenty of time baby...' Fingers worked the stiff button open before he ducked forward and took the zipper between his teeth, dragging it down slowly. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband, he tugged the leather from Tré's hips, releasing the zip pull to lick his lips as smooth pale skin was revealed.
Without hesitation the singer ran his tongue up Tré's semi-hard cock, earning himself a groan of pleasure from the red head. 'Bill.' Fingers tugging lightly on his hair made him look up and he tilted his head in question. 'Your voice.' Tré hated himself as he spoke the words, wanting nothing more than to let Billie Joe finish what he started and fuck that pretty mouth of his; but they had to perform to the crowd out in the auditorium, Billie's voice needed to be intact. He wasn't prepared for the look on his front man's face, the wicked little curve of his lips as he stated simply "fuck my voice" before ducking his head and taking him whole.
Tré let out a strangled cry, shock and pleasure mixing to make a sound that went straight to Billie Joe's own hardening length. Blunt nails dug into the skin at Tré's hips, a warning to lower the volume a little. Mike and Jason were right next door and the sounds of a bass and guitar being tuned and retuned obsessive compulsively bled through the wall. ‘MnnuhhhfuckBillie…’ The drummer’s hands fisted in straightened black hair, sticking slightly in the product that coated the dyed locks. He could practically feel the singer smirk around him as he worked that sinful mouth to make him come undone.
‘Billie Joe...’ The name was drawn out into a long moan as Tré felt teeth graze against over sensitive flesh. Then suddenly the wet heat was gone and a whine slipped from his lips, looking down he narrowed deep blue eyes suspiciously at the wicked grin he was met with. ‘Now who’s the fucking tease?’ His words were more like a growl as he caught slim wrists in his hands tugging the Cheshire cat of a front man to his feet.
Billie smiled as he was pulled against the drummer’s body, tugging one hand free to continue the job he started with his mouth, fingers teasing Tré’s ball gently. ‘Take care with me, no marks, we got a performance later.’ That was all he managed to get out before he was thrown onto the sofa. Pressing his shoulder blades against the cushions, he lifted his hips, staring up at Tré as the younger man wriggled out of restricting pants. Sticking two fingers into his own mouth he sucked, slicking them up with saliva.
Keeping eye contact with the drummer, he reached between his legs and proceeded to prep his body, moaning through swollen lips as he finger-fucked himself, free hand drifting to touch his aching cock. ‘Nnmm fuckin’ c’mere.’ The whine was back, along with a demanding tone, and he smirked as Tré’s only reaction was to take hold of his wrists and pin them above his head.
‘Let me do that.’ Shifting to hold the older man’s wrists with just one hand, Tré eased his singer’s thighs apart, pinching pale skin before guiding one to wrap around his waist. ‘You gonna be quiet, Bill?’ A dark red brow rose in question, as he watched his lover chew his lower lip before shaking his head in answer. ‘Hmm didn’t think so,’ leaning forwards he pressed his lips to Billie Joe’s, hips pushing forwards as he slid into the smaller, tight, body of his friend, their kiss muffling both their groans. I should wear leather pants more often...