"That is so punk rock." Green Day, Billie/Tre/Mike, R
So I looked through my journal and realized that I haven't posted an R fic in almost 2 months. That's ridiculous. Actually, in retrospect, " Ticklish" probably should have been rated R... Oh well. Too late now. 0:-)
So, I thought it necessary to post this ASAP.
Title: That is so punk rock.
Fandom: Green Day.
Pairing: Tre/Mike, Tre/Billie.
Rating: R! / FRA :D
Prompt: #20 Standing in a corner. ( My table)
Warning: Oral, HJ, Slash, Tre POV. Also, longer than my fics have been lately, but still a oneshot. :)
D/c: Not mine. *curses*
So the title is totally a quote from Jack Black in School of Rock. XD I love that movie.
Enjoy
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I remember the first and only time the man tried to censor us. Of course I remember because it was a monumental punk-rock moment for us. It was also the first time I'd seen my best friends' dicks.
It was the first official sponsored tour we ever did and the first stadium we played. They had pulled Billie backstage before the show. I remember walking down the long pale halls, trying to find him and Mike. I heard Billie yelling from across the building and followed the sound. When I got to the doorway of some room with desks and chairs in it, I found Mike with his arms wrapped around a fuming Billie Joe. Billie wasn’t struggling, but it was obvious that Mike didn’t trust him not to haul off and deck the suit in from of them. His usually bright eyes were almost black and it was terrifying.
“What’s going on?” I’d asked. And when Billie turned those furious eyes at me, I swear I could see his soul burning. Mike spoke for him, wearily watching the stadium person in front of us.
“They’re trying to edit our set list.” Mike bit out.
“Make it more “appropriate”.” Billie snarled, turning his attention back to the man who looked (rightfully) afraid of him.
“I’m sorry, but rules are rules.” This guy was getting on my nerves and I hadn’t even been in the room a minute. He wasn’t sorry at all.
“So what, you’re not gonna let us play unless we play what you want?” I’d asked, feeling the anger start to bubble in me. After all, we’d worked hard to play what we’d written, who were some stiffs to tell us that we were too rough for their taste?
“Yes.” Was all he’d said. That was when Billie tore from Mike’s arms and charged at the taller guy. Looking back, I’m pretty sure that Mike hesitated on purpose to let Billie get a few swings in before he pulled him away. I’m also pretty sure that “tripping” on the suit was Mike landing his own kick before dragging Billie out the door.
“You’re gonna have some pissed off people.” I’d warned, hovering at the door as the dude stood up and wiped the blood from his lip. I could see it in his eyes, he needed us to play that night. Fucker’s job was probably on the line.
“You’re the one’s who will have disappointed fans.” Touché. I’d watched him for a second then glanced out the door to see Billie pull from Mike’s hold and storm toward the dressing room with our bassist in tow.
“We signed a contract, didn’t we?” I asked, feeling defeated, knowing that he was right.
“Yes, yes you did. If you don’t play, refunds are on you and we hold no responsibility for-”
“Yeah, yeah.” I’d cut him off, not wanting to hear any legal bullshit. I remember sighing and wanting desperately to go see how the other two were doing. Was Mike fueling off of Billie’s anger or was he trying to calm him down? You can never quite tell which side of Mike will come out. “All right. We’ll do it.” I’d said, hoping the guys would go along with it.
“You’ll see that it’s the sensible choice.” He noted, sitting on one of the desks and watching me.
“Whatever. Have the doors open at 7.” And I left him to go find the other two. I pretty much ran down the hallways straight to our dressing room, then opened the door extremely cautiously.
What I found was Billie Joe throwing back a shot and pitching the empty glass to the hard, tiled floor and watching it shatter. Mike was sinking into the little plush chair, simply watching Billie have a little piss-fest.
I came in the room and closed the door behind me. The boys looked up and Mike raised an eyebrow at me. Then I said the hardest thing I ever had to say to them.
“I told him... we’d do the show.” I remember Billie was in my face in the time it took me to blink. He had me pinned at the neck and those eyes were trying to strangle me.
“What the fuck-” But I’d cut him off before he could say anything.
“I’ve got an idea,” I gasped, as his arm was cutting off my airway.
“Billie, let him defend himself.” Mike called, although he didn’t sound particularly interested, more defeated.
“This had better be good.” Billie warned, letting me go and stepping back.
“Simple.” Billie’s eyes narrowed at that. “We go onstage, tell the fans what happened, and go into whichever song the suits hate the most.” Billie had blanked at that. Mike had perked up and that mischievous look crossed his face.
“You think we didn’t think of that?” Billie asked, although his anger seemed to diminish some. “He said they’d pull us if we tried.”
“What’s more punk, doing what some execs tell us or telling them to suck one and make them drag us away fighting?” Billie’s shoulders sagged a big as he relaxed and a smirk even tugged at his lips. “’Sides, you really think they’d drag us off in front of all those people? They’d be destroyed. They hate us anyway, we’d be gods in the eyes of the fans either way. Moreso if they kick us out.” And Billie actually laughed.
“Fuck, man.” He pulled me close into a tight hug. “Sorry I lost it. That dick just pissed me off so much...” He pulled back and I looked at Mike, noticing him watching us with some hidden look. And I had a brilliant idea.
“Well you know, you’ve gotta think things through before you let people piss you off.” Think things through, coming from me? That’s a hell of a joke...
“Ha, yeah, sure.” Billie pulled back clearly humoring me, but I’d held him at his shoulders, looking him in those bright eyes.
“I don’t think you think I’m serious.” Fuck, I wouldn’t think I was serious. The hell was I thinking? I remember Mike just watching, not moving a muscle to assist either of us. “I think maybe some punishment would ensure that you learn...” Billie’s face was priceless at that moment, cheeks tinged pink and eyes wide. Sure I joke all the time, but then? After that situation? Something had clicked in Billie during his fury. And I like it to this day.
“Uh...” A loss for words; Billie is usually good at covering his discomfort, but when he’s pissed off, all upper-level brain function shuts down.
“That’s right. Go stand over there.” I pointed to the corner and Billie followed my finger with his eyes.
“Tre?” He asked, looking back at me. How I kept from laughing at that moment, I’ll never know.
“I’m serious, go.” He crossed his arms and looked at me like I had no right to tell him what to do.
“Why the-”
“Do it.” I cut him off, snapping my fingers and pointing harder. “You’ll thank me,” I added and he sighed. Rolling his eyes, he went over to Mike’s chair, ignoring me completely. Mike however, looked over me, trying to decide what I was playing at. Apparently, he’d decided that my motivation was more interesting that listening to Billie complain because he turned on Billie with that authority that only he could hold over the singer.
“Do it.” He ordered. Billie looked surprised, that was for sure.
“What? You’re fucking crazy.” He went to sit on the edge of Mike’s chair, but Mike stood, towering over the kid.
“I had to fucking pull you off of that guy. He could fucking sue us.” I could see that Mike wasn’t being serious by the spark in his eyes, but he was trying to help me and I was grateful.
“Mike,” Billie tried, but Mike wouldn’t let him talk. I’ll never know to this day why Mike chose to help me.
“Get over there and don’t say a fucking word until Tre says you can.” Billie looked like a child who’d had his favorite toy taken away.
“But-” He tried. Mike stepped foreword and he shut up. I saw the rebellion in Billie’s face, but he cursed and reluctantly followed mine and Mike’s order. I watched him sulk to the corner and slump against the wall, crossing his arms and scowling at us. Mike looked expectantly at me.
“Not a word.” I ordered to Billie. He sneered, but obeyed. I turned to the door and drew the shade before locking it. Then I set my sights on Mike and put on the wickedest smirk I could manage. I crooked a finger at Mike and the guy actually came forward. I continued motioning until he stepped into my space, looking down at me. And I stood on my toes and kissed him, not attacking, just pressing our lips together. And he didn’t pull back.
After a moment, Mike actually rested his hands tentatively on my sides and I wrapped mine around his neck to pull him closer. When Mike pulled my hips to his, I heard Billie Joe make some sort of gasping sound, realizing that this was more than just a playful kiss. Mike pulled back and must have realized the same thing, because his eyes searched mine with a shielded curiosity. I glanced to Billie, not letting Mike go.
“No touching yourself, Bill.” I said, and I remember my breath was tight at that moment because I felt Mike’s hips press a little closer to mine. That was when I stepped forward, leading Mike back to the chair. We kissed again as he dropped down in the plush chair, pulling me on top of him. I’d straddled his lap, letting one hand wander down his chest to the front of his jeans.
Mike’s fingers tightened on my hips when my hand covered what I knew to be his growing erection and I’d pulled back from kissing him to look in his face, to make sure this was okay. I also remember being terrified that Mike was going to flip me over and punch my nose in. But Mike bit his swelling lip and slipped one hand under my shirt to play with the skin on my back and I knew that this would be okay.
When Mike’s hands had worked my shirt up to my armpits, I knew there was no point in keeping it on. I heard Billie inhale sharply when I threw it off. I looked over to him. He had the perfect view of us, considering as the small room housed barely any furniture. Billie’s hands were pressed back against the wall and he was staring at us like he couldn’t believe this was happening. In fact, I’m sure that none of us believed it at the time.
After I’d thrown my shirt off, Mike made quick work of his, having it meet mine on the floor. I’d raked my short nails down his thin chest, earning a hiss from him. Those eyes went dark, a look that I can never turn down. He’d initiated the kiss that time, pulling me close and digging his thick fingers through my hair. My hands were playing with his jeans,and I remember my heart was beating so hard I thought it would explode. And so I took another chance and popped the button. Mike’s hips bucked up into my hand and I lowered the zipper, palming over the bulge in his boxers. Clearly, he didn’t mind.
Billie made a little whining sound when Mike’s fingernails left angry red lines down my back and I arched against him. I turned a dark look on Billie, but Mike’s look was worse.
“Shut up, bitch.” He snapped, surprising me. “You’re being punished.” And I had another idea. Wiggling my hips on Mike’s lap, I leaned down close, speaking quietly, but loud enough for Billie to hear too.
“And you’re being rewarded for keeping your cool.” Mike’s chest rose as he inhaled, eyes dilating in front of me. “But,” I added, feeling particularly sinful. “You can’t make a sound.” His look protested, but he clearly believed the threat as he said nothing. “If you do, I’m giving your reward to Billie.”
I saw Billie smirk in the corner of my eye, and Mike’s jaw dropped open. I grinned and rubbed a palm over my own growing hardness, watching as both of their eyes dropped to my hand.
“But,” I added. “If Billie isn’t quiet, you’ll both be punished.” Billie seemed to be calculating what would happen if he made a sound, while Mike’s hand had gone to his lap to rest on his dick. His blue eyes pleaded with me and I smiled. Taking his hand away, I lowered his jeans, allowing him to raise his hips to make it easier.
I tugged Mike’s boxers down to his knees, not wasting any time. I felt blood rush through my dick upon seeing one of my close friends half-hard. My hand wrapped around the soft skin and Mike inhaled sharply through his nose, eyes watching my fist and hands resting on my shoulders. And so I moved my fist.
I’d never jerked off another guy before, but I figured it couldn’t be that much different than doing it to myself. So I tried doing it the way I liked, a little twist here, a flick over the head there, and Mike was absolutely writhing under me. His eyes fell closed and his fingernails dug into my shoulders. I saw his jaw clenching as he tried to stay quiet. And not gonna lie, I was kind of disappointed. I glanced over to Billie and saw his eyes glazed over and his fists at his sides. I didn’t miss his hard-on pressing against his tight jeans. So I took it a step farther, absolutely terrified, but driven by the heat in my own dick.
“Mmph!” Mike’s eyes flew open and he let out a muffled sound when I bent down, slipping off of his lap, and breathed over the head of his dick. I smirked as I saw precum shining there. I stuck out my tongue nervously, licking over the head, tasting the precum, feeling it sting my tongue. And I heard him choke back a moan. I could hear Billie shifting against the wall and it sparked something in me. I don’t know how I had the courage, but I licked my tongue up Mike’s shaft before closing my mouth over the head of his dick. Mike was silent and it annoyed me, but I moved my fist over his dick while sucking lightly. Billie Joe swallowed audibly and it fueled me. I’d never done this before and I was scared to death that I would do it wrong. But I’d had bad head and good head, so I tried to copy what I knew felt good.
I could taste Mike on my tongue and knew that he was getting close. I could feel his heartbeat on my lips and his harsh breathing told me I was doing something right. I tried taking in as much of him as I could and he pushed up at my mouth. And I choked.
“Shit.” Mike cursed quietly, eyes flying open to see me, kneeling between his legs, eyes watering, lips shiny with spit. Not wanting to take him in and choke again, I decided to call him out.
“No talking.” I reminded him. His eyes were comically huge and he watched my hand withdraw from his weeping dick. “And no touching yourself.” Mike whined at that and clutched the arms of the chair desperately. Billie watched in disbelief as I crossed the small room and stood in front of him. His eyes went to my mouth as I licked my lips. I knew he wanted to taste. So I let him.
We kissed and he was much more aggressive than Mike. He quickly directed the kiss, his hands clinging to my arms. I had to pull back though, as much as I was enjoying his breathtaking, searing lips and tongue.
“You get Mike’s reward, remember?” I had to remind him when he looked at me anxiously for pulling away. That sure got his attention. I looked down and he was still hard against his jeans. He’d been good though, he hadn’t even popped the button on his pants.
I sank to my knees and his hands wound in my hair. I remember thinking briefly that I felt like a girl, but all thought went away when I lowered his pants and underwear to the floor. His erection was almost as bad as Mikes, purple and swelling. I have to admit, I probably wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands off if I were him.
So I didn’t torture him any longer, and simply closed my mouth over him. I began to move, more carefully this time. I held his hips still with one hand so he wouldn’t choke me like Mike had. My other hand worked his dick in time with my mouth. I tried maneuvering my tongue around the tip and tasted the sharpness of his precum. It was different from Mike’s, but very similar. To this day I can’t explain the difference. I remember I’d glanced up at him and saw his face scrunched tight. Then I remembered that Billie was a loud one. We’d all heard stories of his dirty talk and moaning. And there was one practice where he walked out with some blonde chick for a while. We’d all heard him screaming.
So I sucked a little harder and tightened my grip on his cock. I felt Billie jerk and heard Mike groan behind me. I flicked my tongue against the head of his dick, deliberately teasing him. And he broke. Billie Joe let out a cry and his hands tightened in my hair. And I wanted him to come so bad. God, I wanted that satisfaction, and I wanted to taste it. But I knew I couldn’t because Mike would kill me. So I had to pull back. Billie looked like he was going to die.
I stood, extremely hard against my own jeans. I stepped backwards until I was sure they could both see me. Looking between them, I saw Mike’s hips thrust upward into the air as he clung to the awful fabric with white knuckles. Billie had turned around and slammed a fist against the wall before turning back and gripping his hair tightly. I could smell both of them sweating from here.
“You aren’t very good at being quiet.” I’d told them, hearing my voice rough and low. And then I’d taken my dick out, right in front of them, not feeling any shame at all. And I jacked off right there, both of them on the verge of tears. It didn’t take long, seeing them all riled up and painfully hard. As soon as I came, I sank to my knees again and looked up at them, feeling exhausted all of a sudden. They both had pleading written all over their faces. All I did was nod and they were both cumming over their hands in less than a minute.
After that, I remember lots of hard breathing. Someone rapped at our door while we were sitting there dazed and we’d jumped up, throwing our clothes on without a word. That night, we played the most kick-ass show we’d ever done. And even though we’ve had bigger shows, nothing beats the look on the suits’ faces as we swore and screamed and rocked our hearts out on stage.
And I could taste them on my tongue all night.
Even now, after all of the things we’ve been through, after we’ve become more ‘experienced’ and practiced, after all the times I’d tasted them, nothing will ever compare to the first taste that night. That was the most punk rock night I’ve ever had, and I have no idea why the punk gods decided to bestow the courage on me. Although, I can assure you, none of us regret it.
And even now, I’m not sure I ever really got that taste out of my mouth... Not that I'm complaining.
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*peeks out from behind computer monitor*
Any good?
I'm working on some *gasp* multi-chaptered Green Day fics! Hoorah. Unsure if I should post as WIPs or wait till they're done. Thoughts? One is Mike&Tre and one is Billie, Mike and Jimmy. Also attempting to continue with me Jimmy/Christian universe. We'll see. I've started like, ten fics and gotten no more than a half a page or so.
-J X
So, I thought it necessary to post this ASAP.
Title: That is so punk rock.
Fandom: Green Day.
Pairing: Tre/Mike, Tre/Billie.
Rating: R! / FRA :D
Prompt: #20 Standing in a corner. ( My table)
Warning: Oral, HJ, Slash, Tre POV. Also, longer than my fics have been lately, but still a oneshot. :)
D/c: Not mine. *curses*
So the title is totally a quote from Jack Black in School of Rock. XD I love that movie.
Enjoy
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I remember the first and only time the man tried to censor us. Of course I remember because it was a monumental punk-rock moment for us. It was also the first time I'd seen my best friends' dicks.
It was the first official sponsored tour we ever did and the first stadium we played. They had pulled Billie backstage before the show. I remember walking down the long pale halls, trying to find him and Mike. I heard Billie yelling from across the building and followed the sound. When I got to the doorway of some room with desks and chairs in it, I found Mike with his arms wrapped around a fuming Billie Joe. Billie wasn’t struggling, but it was obvious that Mike didn’t trust him not to haul off and deck the suit in from of them. His usually bright eyes were almost black and it was terrifying.
“What’s going on?” I’d asked. And when Billie turned those furious eyes at me, I swear I could see his soul burning. Mike spoke for him, wearily watching the stadium person in front of us.
“They’re trying to edit our set list.” Mike bit out.
“Make it more “appropriate”.” Billie snarled, turning his attention back to the man who looked (rightfully) afraid of him.
“I’m sorry, but rules are rules.” This guy was getting on my nerves and I hadn’t even been in the room a minute. He wasn’t sorry at all.
“So what, you’re not gonna let us play unless we play what you want?” I’d asked, feeling the anger start to bubble in me. After all, we’d worked hard to play what we’d written, who were some stiffs to tell us that we were too rough for their taste?
“Yes.” Was all he’d said. That was when Billie tore from Mike’s arms and charged at the taller guy. Looking back, I’m pretty sure that Mike hesitated on purpose to let Billie get a few swings in before he pulled him away. I’m also pretty sure that “tripping” on the suit was Mike landing his own kick before dragging Billie out the door.
“You’re gonna have some pissed off people.” I’d warned, hovering at the door as the dude stood up and wiped the blood from his lip. I could see it in his eyes, he needed us to play that night. Fucker’s job was probably on the line.
“You’re the one’s who will have disappointed fans.” Touché. I’d watched him for a second then glanced out the door to see Billie pull from Mike’s hold and storm toward the dressing room with our bassist in tow.
“We signed a contract, didn’t we?” I asked, feeling defeated, knowing that he was right.
“Yes, yes you did. If you don’t play, refunds are on you and we hold no responsibility for-”
“Yeah, yeah.” I’d cut him off, not wanting to hear any legal bullshit. I remember sighing and wanting desperately to go see how the other two were doing. Was Mike fueling off of Billie’s anger or was he trying to calm him down? You can never quite tell which side of Mike will come out. “All right. We’ll do it.” I’d said, hoping the guys would go along with it.
“You’ll see that it’s the sensible choice.” He noted, sitting on one of the desks and watching me.
“Whatever. Have the doors open at 7.” And I left him to go find the other two. I pretty much ran down the hallways straight to our dressing room, then opened the door extremely cautiously.
What I found was Billie Joe throwing back a shot and pitching the empty glass to the hard, tiled floor and watching it shatter. Mike was sinking into the little plush chair, simply watching Billie have a little piss-fest.
I came in the room and closed the door behind me. The boys looked up and Mike raised an eyebrow at me. Then I said the hardest thing I ever had to say to them.
“I told him... we’d do the show.” I remember Billie was in my face in the time it took me to blink. He had me pinned at the neck and those eyes were trying to strangle me.
“What the fuck-” But I’d cut him off before he could say anything.
“I’ve got an idea,” I gasped, as his arm was cutting off my airway.
“Billie, let him defend himself.” Mike called, although he didn’t sound particularly interested, more defeated.
“This had better be good.” Billie warned, letting me go and stepping back.
“Simple.” Billie’s eyes narrowed at that. “We go onstage, tell the fans what happened, and go into whichever song the suits hate the most.” Billie had blanked at that. Mike had perked up and that mischievous look crossed his face.
“You think we didn’t think of that?” Billie asked, although his anger seemed to diminish some. “He said they’d pull us if we tried.”
“What’s more punk, doing what some execs tell us or telling them to suck one and make them drag us away fighting?” Billie’s shoulders sagged a big as he relaxed and a smirk even tugged at his lips. “’Sides, you really think they’d drag us off in front of all those people? They’d be destroyed. They hate us anyway, we’d be gods in the eyes of the fans either way. Moreso if they kick us out.” And Billie actually laughed.
“Fuck, man.” He pulled me close into a tight hug. “Sorry I lost it. That dick just pissed me off so much...” He pulled back and I looked at Mike, noticing him watching us with some hidden look. And I had a brilliant idea.
“Well you know, you’ve gotta think things through before you let people piss you off.” Think things through, coming from me? That’s a hell of a joke...
“Ha, yeah, sure.” Billie pulled back clearly humoring me, but I’d held him at his shoulders, looking him in those bright eyes.
“I don’t think you think I’m serious.” Fuck, I wouldn’t think I was serious. The hell was I thinking? I remember Mike just watching, not moving a muscle to assist either of us. “I think maybe some punishment would ensure that you learn...” Billie’s face was priceless at that moment, cheeks tinged pink and eyes wide. Sure I joke all the time, but then? After that situation? Something had clicked in Billie during his fury. And I like it to this day.
“Uh...” A loss for words; Billie is usually good at covering his discomfort, but when he’s pissed off, all upper-level brain function shuts down.
“That’s right. Go stand over there.” I pointed to the corner and Billie followed my finger with his eyes.
“Tre?” He asked, looking back at me. How I kept from laughing at that moment, I’ll never know.
“I’m serious, go.” He crossed his arms and looked at me like I had no right to tell him what to do.
“Why the-”
“Do it.” I cut him off, snapping my fingers and pointing harder. “You’ll thank me,” I added and he sighed. Rolling his eyes, he went over to Mike’s chair, ignoring me completely. Mike however, looked over me, trying to decide what I was playing at. Apparently, he’d decided that my motivation was more interesting that listening to Billie complain because he turned on Billie with that authority that only he could hold over the singer.
“Do it.” He ordered. Billie looked surprised, that was for sure.
“What? You’re fucking crazy.” He went to sit on the edge of Mike’s chair, but Mike stood, towering over the kid.
“I had to fucking pull you off of that guy. He could fucking sue us.” I could see that Mike wasn’t being serious by the spark in his eyes, but he was trying to help me and I was grateful.
“Mike,” Billie tried, but Mike wouldn’t let him talk. I’ll never know to this day why Mike chose to help me.
“Get over there and don’t say a fucking word until Tre says you can.” Billie looked like a child who’d had his favorite toy taken away.
“But-” He tried. Mike stepped foreword and he shut up. I saw the rebellion in Billie’s face, but he cursed and reluctantly followed mine and Mike’s order. I watched him sulk to the corner and slump against the wall, crossing his arms and scowling at us. Mike looked expectantly at me.
“Not a word.” I ordered to Billie. He sneered, but obeyed. I turned to the door and drew the shade before locking it. Then I set my sights on Mike and put on the wickedest smirk I could manage. I crooked a finger at Mike and the guy actually came forward. I continued motioning until he stepped into my space, looking down at me. And I stood on my toes and kissed him, not attacking, just pressing our lips together. And he didn’t pull back.
After a moment, Mike actually rested his hands tentatively on my sides and I wrapped mine around his neck to pull him closer. When Mike pulled my hips to his, I heard Billie Joe make some sort of gasping sound, realizing that this was more than just a playful kiss. Mike pulled back and must have realized the same thing, because his eyes searched mine with a shielded curiosity. I glanced to Billie, not letting Mike go.
“No touching yourself, Bill.” I said, and I remember my breath was tight at that moment because I felt Mike’s hips press a little closer to mine. That was when I stepped forward, leading Mike back to the chair. We kissed again as he dropped down in the plush chair, pulling me on top of him. I’d straddled his lap, letting one hand wander down his chest to the front of his jeans.
Mike’s fingers tightened on my hips when my hand covered what I knew to be his growing erection and I’d pulled back from kissing him to look in his face, to make sure this was okay. I also remember being terrified that Mike was going to flip me over and punch my nose in. But Mike bit his swelling lip and slipped one hand under my shirt to play with the skin on my back and I knew that this would be okay.
When Mike’s hands had worked my shirt up to my armpits, I knew there was no point in keeping it on. I heard Billie inhale sharply when I threw it off. I looked over to him. He had the perfect view of us, considering as the small room housed barely any furniture. Billie’s hands were pressed back against the wall and he was staring at us like he couldn’t believe this was happening. In fact, I’m sure that none of us believed it at the time.
After I’d thrown my shirt off, Mike made quick work of his, having it meet mine on the floor. I’d raked my short nails down his thin chest, earning a hiss from him. Those eyes went dark, a look that I can never turn down. He’d initiated the kiss that time, pulling me close and digging his thick fingers through my hair. My hands were playing with his jeans,and I remember my heart was beating so hard I thought it would explode. And so I took another chance and popped the button. Mike’s hips bucked up into my hand and I lowered the zipper, palming over the bulge in his boxers. Clearly, he didn’t mind.
Billie made a little whining sound when Mike’s fingernails left angry red lines down my back and I arched against him. I turned a dark look on Billie, but Mike’s look was worse.
“Shut up, bitch.” He snapped, surprising me. “You’re being punished.” And I had another idea. Wiggling my hips on Mike’s lap, I leaned down close, speaking quietly, but loud enough for Billie to hear too.
“And you’re being rewarded for keeping your cool.” Mike’s chest rose as he inhaled, eyes dilating in front of me. “But,” I added, feeling particularly sinful. “You can’t make a sound.” His look protested, but he clearly believed the threat as he said nothing. “If you do, I’m giving your reward to Billie.”
I saw Billie smirk in the corner of my eye, and Mike’s jaw dropped open. I grinned and rubbed a palm over my own growing hardness, watching as both of their eyes dropped to my hand.
“But,” I added. “If Billie isn’t quiet, you’ll both be punished.” Billie seemed to be calculating what would happen if he made a sound, while Mike’s hand had gone to his lap to rest on his dick. His blue eyes pleaded with me and I smiled. Taking his hand away, I lowered his jeans, allowing him to raise his hips to make it easier.
I tugged Mike’s boxers down to his knees, not wasting any time. I felt blood rush through my dick upon seeing one of my close friends half-hard. My hand wrapped around the soft skin and Mike inhaled sharply through his nose, eyes watching my fist and hands resting on my shoulders. And so I moved my fist.
I’d never jerked off another guy before, but I figured it couldn’t be that much different than doing it to myself. So I tried doing it the way I liked, a little twist here, a flick over the head there, and Mike was absolutely writhing under me. His eyes fell closed and his fingernails dug into my shoulders. I saw his jaw clenching as he tried to stay quiet. And not gonna lie, I was kind of disappointed. I glanced over to Billie and saw his eyes glazed over and his fists at his sides. I didn’t miss his hard-on pressing against his tight jeans. So I took it a step farther, absolutely terrified, but driven by the heat in my own dick.
“Mmph!” Mike’s eyes flew open and he let out a muffled sound when I bent down, slipping off of his lap, and breathed over the head of his dick. I smirked as I saw precum shining there. I stuck out my tongue nervously, licking over the head, tasting the precum, feeling it sting my tongue. And I heard him choke back a moan. I could hear Billie shifting against the wall and it sparked something in me. I don’t know how I had the courage, but I licked my tongue up Mike’s shaft before closing my mouth over the head of his dick. Mike was silent and it annoyed me, but I moved my fist over his dick while sucking lightly. Billie Joe swallowed audibly and it fueled me. I’d never done this before and I was scared to death that I would do it wrong. But I’d had bad head and good head, so I tried to copy what I knew felt good.
I could taste Mike on my tongue and knew that he was getting close. I could feel his heartbeat on my lips and his harsh breathing told me I was doing something right. I tried taking in as much of him as I could and he pushed up at my mouth. And I choked.
“Shit.” Mike cursed quietly, eyes flying open to see me, kneeling between his legs, eyes watering, lips shiny with spit. Not wanting to take him in and choke again, I decided to call him out.
“No talking.” I reminded him. His eyes were comically huge and he watched my hand withdraw from his weeping dick. “And no touching yourself.” Mike whined at that and clutched the arms of the chair desperately. Billie watched in disbelief as I crossed the small room and stood in front of him. His eyes went to my mouth as I licked my lips. I knew he wanted to taste. So I let him.
We kissed and he was much more aggressive than Mike. He quickly directed the kiss, his hands clinging to my arms. I had to pull back though, as much as I was enjoying his breathtaking, searing lips and tongue.
“You get Mike’s reward, remember?” I had to remind him when he looked at me anxiously for pulling away. That sure got his attention. I looked down and he was still hard against his jeans. He’d been good though, he hadn’t even popped the button on his pants.
I sank to my knees and his hands wound in my hair. I remember thinking briefly that I felt like a girl, but all thought went away when I lowered his pants and underwear to the floor. His erection was almost as bad as Mikes, purple and swelling. I have to admit, I probably wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands off if I were him.
So I didn’t torture him any longer, and simply closed my mouth over him. I began to move, more carefully this time. I held his hips still with one hand so he wouldn’t choke me like Mike had. My other hand worked his dick in time with my mouth. I tried maneuvering my tongue around the tip and tasted the sharpness of his precum. It was different from Mike’s, but very similar. To this day I can’t explain the difference. I remember I’d glanced up at him and saw his face scrunched tight. Then I remembered that Billie was a loud one. We’d all heard stories of his dirty talk and moaning. And there was one practice where he walked out with some blonde chick for a while. We’d all heard him screaming.
So I sucked a little harder and tightened my grip on his cock. I felt Billie jerk and heard Mike groan behind me. I flicked my tongue against the head of his dick, deliberately teasing him. And he broke. Billie Joe let out a cry and his hands tightened in my hair. And I wanted him to come so bad. God, I wanted that satisfaction, and I wanted to taste it. But I knew I couldn’t because Mike would kill me. So I had to pull back. Billie looked like he was going to die.
I stood, extremely hard against my own jeans. I stepped backwards until I was sure they could both see me. Looking between them, I saw Mike’s hips thrust upward into the air as he clung to the awful fabric with white knuckles. Billie had turned around and slammed a fist against the wall before turning back and gripping his hair tightly. I could smell both of them sweating from here.
“You aren’t very good at being quiet.” I’d told them, hearing my voice rough and low. And then I’d taken my dick out, right in front of them, not feeling any shame at all. And I jacked off right there, both of them on the verge of tears. It didn’t take long, seeing them all riled up and painfully hard. As soon as I came, I sank to my knees again and looked up at them, feeling exhausted all of a sudden. They both had pleading written all over their faces. All I did was nod and they were both cumming over their hands in less than a minute.
After that, I remember lots of hard breathing. Someone rapped at our door while we were sitting there dazed and we’d jumped up, throwing our clothes on without a word. That night, we played the most kick-ass show we’d ever done. And even though we’ve had bigger shows, nothing beats the look on the suits’ faces as we swore and screamed and rocked our hearts out on stage.
And I could taste them on my tongue all night.
Even now, after all of the things we’ve been through, after we’ve become more ‘experienced’ and practiced, after all the times I’d tasted them, nothing will ever compare to the first taste that night. That was the most punk rock night I’ve ever had, and I have no idea why the punk gods decided to bestow the courage on me. Although, I can assure you, none of us regret it.
And even now, I’m not sure I ever really got that taste out of my mouth... Not that I'm complaining.
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*peeks out from behind computer monitor*
Any good?
I'm working on some *gasp* multi-chaptered Green Day fics! Hoorah. Unsure if I should post as WIPs or wait till they're done. Thoughts? One is Mike&Tre and one is Billie, Mike and Jimmy. Also attempting to continue with me Jimmy/Christian universe. We'll see. I've started like, ten fics and gotten no more than a half a page or so.
-J X