Distraction
Title: Distraction - Part 1
Author: Andrea (ThexxMinorityxx)
Pairing: young Billie/Mike (I've decided this is my OTP!)
Rating: PG-13 for this part...but we all know it'll become R...hehe
Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own Billie or Mike, but I would like to...*daydreams*...anyways, all I own is my slashy brain, and it does all of the work for me.
Notes: This takes place during the early days, when the guys are about 20 I guess...POV is Mike's.
I'm trying to play, I'm trying to concentrate on the song, the show, but I'm finding it more and more difficult to stay focused. I can't fully concentrate on the music, just can't quite give it my undivided attention. Sure, I'm giving it enough of my attention to get by, to make the performance sound good and everything. But the part of my brain that usually forces me into the state where I am at one with my bass has been weakening lately, and I know exactly why. In fact, it's almost gone completely. While my playing sounds the same, my mental state has done a complete 180 during shows these days. To put it simply, I am distracted.
I watch as the object of my distraction heads to centre stage, looking out in the audience of the large club we're playing. As the song we're playing ends, he shouts out to the audience, introducing the next song, working their excitement as the anticipation builds. Billie is a fucking talented performer and my best friend in the world, and over the last month or so he's been something else, too - the main star of my fantasies.
As I watch the crowd, I see several girls who are near the stage yelling out to him, going somewhat insane as he nears the edge of the stage. They scream loudly as he gets closer, and I just know that the egomaniac in Billie is going crazy, lapping up their squeals like a cat with a bowl of milk.
I have to admit, I know where those girls are coming from. Billie is at his sexiest when he's performing - it is his art, his element, what he was born to do. With a guitar and a microphone, he can drip the kind of heat, the kind of raw energy that most people never even get to see. As I watch him, I am drawn in, as though I am laying my eyes on him for the first time.
Maybe it's the fact that he's shirtless tonight, his pants clinging to his slim waist, his tattoos gleaming with sweat, wearing only his guitar strap across the upper half of his body, but I start to feel my blood absolutely set itself on fire as I watch him. His flashing, intense green eyes, his full, open lips, his hands moving over his guitar - oh my fucking God. He's making me fucking horny, and my mind is starting to wander off to places that have nothing, absolutely fucking nothing to do with this show. They do have to do with Billie, with all of the things I'd like to do to him, to have him do to me...fuck, I can't think about this now!
My return to sanity is brief, though, because I look over just in time to see Billie lick his lips, and that just about does it for me, I'm instantly picturing his tongue running over mine, then over me...oh shit, it's a good thing I've got my bass to cover the boner I feel coming on as my brain slips further and further away from me, Billie's glistening body claiming it and taking away all rational thought,replacing it with steamy fantasy.
As the show goes on, my interludes of sanity become increasingly brief, my mind continuing to slide deeper and deeper into the realm of my arousal. It's all I can do not to cross the stage and jump on Billie, and it's what every fucking cell in my body is begging me to do.
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After the show, Tre heads off to party somewhere, Billie saying that he's going home. I decide to head home with him, "home" being the house the three of us are sharing. I like living with them, it makes for same damn good times, even though, lately, it's been a little more, um, distracting than anything else, what with me getting hot every time that Billie sits near me, touches me, even looks at me sometimes, for God's sake.
"Mike, c'mon", Billie says, pulling his keys out his pocket and leading the way out of the club to the car. Some of the more persisitent fans had kept him back for a while, chatting and exclaiming over him, but most of them had dispersed. I looked over at him, thanking God or whoever that he had put a shirt on in the night air, because if I had to sit beside him on the drive home while he was shirtless, I had a feeling I would have a repeat performance of my little episode on stage.
"You're not going out with Tre?", I ask, because it's so out of the ordinary. While Tre definetely takes the prize for the one of us who can stay up, party and be loud for the longest, Billie is a close second, and he usually spends the nights after our shows hanging out with fans and drinking, talking about music and anything else that might come up. I go sometimes, but I'm not really into a lot of those people, so more often than not I end up hanging with other friends or whatever. The fact that Billie was choosing to head home was quite strange.
"Nah", Billie replies. "I'm not in the mood." He opens his door at the same time I do and we both slide in, Billie driving and playing The Clash, but not as loudly as he usually does. I can hear his breathing as we drive, and I feel a little uncomfortable because it's so silent. "Great show tonight", I remark, as he turns and smiles at me.
"Yeah, you were fucking awesome", he says, flashing me that smile. I feel my knees go weak, good thing I'm sitting down. "You fucking owned that place", I replied. "They were going fucking crazy for you."
Billie's eyes are sparkling a little bit, and he just lets out a little bit of laughter. I can't stop gazing at him, watching his lips - they have to be one of the sexiest things about him, so full and fucking kissable...I literally cannot tear my eyes away from his perfection, and I realize that he can feel my eyes on him, because he glances over at me, reaching his hand out to meet mine on the armrest.
I jump a little at the contact, but Billie just continues to drive, glancing over at me a second later. "Mike", he says, just barely above a whisper, and I can feel my hart pounding against my ribs. "Yeah?", I ask, as his fingers curl around my hand as he continues to drive.
"I wanna go to the house with you tonight, Mike...I, I want you, I want you tonight, Mike...I had to tell you now, I couldn't..." Billie trails off, and I have taken in a sharp gasp of breath, unable to believe my ears.
"Billie?", I ask, realizing that he's nervous, he's so fucking adorably nervous, his cheeks flushed just a little bit pink in the dark. Billie just glances at me again, smiling. "I've been thinking about you, Billie, I want you...I want you so bad, you made me really fucking hot tonight", I say, meeting his eyes. He grins, tightening his grip on my hand. "I want to kiss you, Mike..." he says, but we both know that has to wait till we get to the house, and we both know the wait will be unbearable.
As we near the house, my mind races through all of the things I want to do to him, each one becoming more intimate than the last, each one making my body hum with more and more lust. Billie pulls into the driveway, parks, and immediately leans over, pressing his lips to mine gently, pulling back. "Mmm", I mutter, "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that", I say, pulling him to me by the back of his neck again, our lips meeting and his hands finding my waist.
"HHmmm..." is all he moans, as he sucks on my bottom lip and nibbles, prying my mouth open, sending his tongue past my teeth. The warmth of his mouth sends rockets through my blood, and I feel my cock begin to throb. Billie works his tongue through my mouth and then pulls away, as I moan.
"C'mon, Mikey, we gotta go in the house", he says, a gleam in his sexy green eyes. "I can't properly do what I wanna do to you out here", and he opens his door. So do I, and we both race to the door, Billie wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing at my neck as I pull out the key.
"Fuck..Billie..." I moan out, as I can feel his cock against me, as hard as my own, and his soft breath on my neck. I can hardly get the door unlocked, and as soon as I do, Billie slams it behind us and pins me to the wall between his arms, fusing our lips together and running his hands up my shirt.
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Let me know if you like it!
Author: Andrea (ThexxMinorityxx)
Pairing: young Billie/Mike (I've decided this is my OTP!)
Rating: PG-13 for this part...but we all know it'll become R...hehe
Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own Billie or Mike, but I would like to...*daydreams*...anyways, all I own is my slashy brain, and it does all of the work for me.
Notes: This takes place during the early days, when the guys are about 20 I guess...POV is Mike's.
I'm trying to play, I'm trying to concentrate on the song, the show, but I'm finding it more and more difficult to stay focused. I can't fully concentrate on the music, just can't quite give it my undivided attention. Sure, I'm giving it enough of my attention to get by, to make the performance sound good and everything. But the part of my brain that usually forces me into the state where I am at one with my bass has been weakening lately, and I know exactly why. In fact, it's almost gone completely. While my playing sounds the same, my mental state has done a complete 180 during shows these days. To put it simply, I am distracted.
I watch as the object of my distraction heads to centre stage, looking out in the audience of the large club we're playing. As the song we're playing ends, he shouts out to the audience, introducing the next song, working their excitement as the anticipation builds. Billie is a fucking talented performer and my best friend in the world, and over the last month or so he's been something else, too - the main star of my fantasies.
As I watch the crowd, I see several girls who are near the stage yelling out to him, going somewhat insane as he nears the edge of the stage. They scream loudly as he gets closer, and I just know that the egomaniac in Billie is going crazy, lapping up their squeals like a cat with a bowl of milk.
I have to admit, I know where those girls are coming from. Billie is at his sexiest when he's performing - it is his art, his element, what he was born to do. With a guitar and a microphone, he can drip the kind of heat, the kind of raw energy that most people never even get to see. As I watch him, I am drawn in, as though I am laying my eyes on him for the first time.
Maybe it's the fact that he's shirtless tonight, his pants clinging to his slim waist, his tattoos gleaming with sweat, wearing only his guitar strap across the upper half of his body, but I start to feel my blood absolutely set itself on fire as I watch him. His flashing, intense green eyes, his full, open lips, his hands moving over his guitar - oh my fucking God. He's making me fucking horny, and my mind is starting to wander off to places that have nothing, absolutely fucking nothing to do with this show. They do have to do with Billie, with all of the things I'd like to do to him, to have him do to me...fuck, I can't think about this now!
My return to sanity is brief, though, because I look over just in time to see Billie lick his lips, and that just about does it for me, I'm instantly picturing his tongue running over mine, then over me...oh shit, it's a good thing I've got my bass to cover the boner I feel coming on as my brain slips further and further away from me, Billie's glistening body claiming it and taking away all rational thought,replacing it with steamy fantasy.
As the show goes on, my interludes of sanity become increasingly brief, my mind continuing to slide deeper and deeper into the realm of my arousal. It's all I can do not to cross the stage and jump on Billie, and it's what every fucking cell in my body is begging me to do.
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After the show, Tre heads off to party somewhere, Billie saying that he's going home. I decide to head home with him, "home" being the house the three of us are sharing. I like living with them, it makes for same damn good times, even though, lately, it's been a little more, um, distracting than anything else, what with me getting hot every time that Billie sits near me, touches me, even looks at me sometimes, for God's sake.
"Mike, c'mon", Billie says, pulling his keys out his pocket and leading the way out of the club to the car. Some of the more persisitent fans had kept him back for a while, chatting and exclaiming over him, but most of them had dispersed. I looked over at him, thanking God or whoever that he had put a shirt on in the night air, because if I had to sit beside him on the drive home while he was shirtless, I had a feeling I would have a repeat performance of my little episode on stage.
"You're not going out with Tre?", I ask, because it's so out of the ordinary. While Tre definetely takes the prize for the one of us who can stay up, party and be loud for the longest, Billie is a close second, and he usually spends the nights after our shows hanging out with fans and drinking, talking about music and anything else that might come up. I go sometimes, but I'm not really into a lot of those people, so more often than not I end up hanging with other friends or whatever. The fact that Billie was choosing to head home was quite strange.
"Nah", Billie replies. "I'm not in the mood." He opens his door at the same time I do and we both slide in, Billie driving and playing The Clash, but not as loudly as he usually does. I can hear his breathing as we drive, and I feel a little uncomfortable because it's so silent. "Great show tonight", I remark, as he turns and smiles at me.
"Yeah, you were fucking awesome", he says, flashing me that smile. I feel my knees go weak, good thing I'm sitting down. "You fucking owned that place", I replied. "They were going fucking crazy for you."
Billie's eyes are sparkling a little bit, and he just lets out a little bit of laughter. I can't stop gazing at him, watching his lips - they have to be one of the sexiest things about him, so full and fucking kissable...I literally cannot tear my eyes away from his perfection, and I realize that he can feel my eyes on him, because he glances over at me, reaching his hand out to meet mine on the armrest.
I jump a little at the contact, but Billie just continues to drive, glancing over at me a second later. "Mike", he says, just barely above a whisper, and I can feel my hart pounding against my ribs. "Yeah?", I ask, as his fingers curl around my hand as he continues to drive.
"I wanna go to the house with you tonight, Mike...I, I want you, I want you tonight, Mike...I had to tell you now, I couldn't..." Billie trails off, and I have taken in a sharp gasp of breath, unable to believe my ears.
"Billie?", I ask, realizing that he's nervous, he's so fucking adorably nervous, his cheeks flushed just a little bit pink in the dark. Billie just glances at me again, smiling. "I've been thinking about you, Billie, I want you...I want you so bad, you made me really fucking hot tonight", I say, meeting his eyes. He grins, tightening his grip on my hand. "I want to kiss you, Mike..." he says, but we both know that has to wait till we get to the house, and we both know the wait will be unbearable.
As we near the house, my mind races through all of the things I want to do to him, each one becoming more intimate than the last, each one making my body hum with more and more lust. Billie pulls into the driveway, parks, and immediately leans over, pressing his lips to mine gently, pulling back. "Mmm", I mutter, "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that", I say, pulling him to me by the back of his neck again, our lips meeting and his hands finding my waist.
"HHmmm..." is all he moans, as he sucks on my bottom lip and nibbles, prying my mouth open, sending his tongue past my teeth. The warmth of his mouth sends rockets through my blood, and I feel my cock begin to throb. Billie works his tongue through my mouth and then pulls away, as I moan.
"C'mon, Mikey, we gotta go in the house", he says, a gleam in his sexy green eyes. "I can't properly do what I wanna do to you out here", and he opens his door. So do I, and we both race to the door, Billie wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing at my neck as I pull out the key.
"Fuck..Billie..." I moan out, as I can feel his cock against me, as hard as my own, and his soft breath on my neck. I can hardly get the door unlocked, and as soon as I do, Billie slams it behind us and pins me to the wall between his arms, fusing our lips together and running his hands up my shirt.
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Let me know if you like it!