"Ticklish" Green Day, Mike/Billie/Tre, T
Title: Ticklish
Fandom: Green Day, of course.
Pairing: Mike/Billie/Tre
Prompt: 46. Writer's Choice-Tickling
Rating: PG-13 / T / FRT
Summary: Billie pranks his bandmates and is punished.
A/n: Was originally prompted from # 6 (Restraints) On my Kinky!Big Damn Table! But I think I'll change it to a Writer's choice.
Also, the prank is irrelevant.
Warnings: Tickling, Restraint, Slash, Oneshot, Language, Past Mike/Billie... Kink?
D/c: Still not mine! *pouts*
Also, I need a better title. Any ideas?
Enjoy!
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“Nofairnofairnofair!” Billie’s voice raised in pitch as Tre held his arms behind his back and wrapped one leg around his to keep him still. Mike shook with laughter as he tickled Billie mercilessly. Billie Joe was writhing against Tre, trying to free himself, but the drummer was stronger than he was.
“Gonna apologize yet?” Mike asked, long fingers digging into Billie’s armpits.
“S-Stop!” Billie pleaded, helplessly jerking around to escape the attacking fingers. His two best friends were the only people who knew how ticklish he was, and they used it against him whenever they could.
“Didn’t sound like an apology to me.” Tre laughed, wrapping one arm around Billie’s chest to hold him tighter. Mike took the opportunity to move his attack to the sides of Billie’s stomach and Billie’s squeals reached a whole new level. Unfortunately for Tre, Billie's squirming also intensified. His thin hips jerked back and Tre suddenly stopped laughing. “Um, Mikey, maybe we’d better cool it.”
“What? He’s just about to crack!” Mike said with a grin, but that grin fell when he saw the serious look on Tre’s face. He narrowed his eyes, poking Billie’s side experimentally. Billie pressed back against Tre and Mike saw the bright blue eyes close lightly. He completely ignored Billie’s pleading and continued to work his fingers lightly over Billie’s ribs.
Tre could feel his face heating up as Billie’s ass pressed back against his groin, rubbing him as the smaller man wiggled. Mike’s grin grew and Tre watched his fingers dance down Billie’s sides to the hem of his shirt.
“Mi-key!” Billie gasped as his hands ducked under the cloth and pressed against his abs. Suddenly, Mike stopped moving his fingers and Billie stopped giggling to gasp for breath. This caused his entire lithe body to heave against Tre, leaving the Drummer to pray that his body wouldn’t betray him.
“Well Bill, if you aren’t gonna say you’re sorry, maybe you haven’t learned your lesson.” Tre didn’t miss Billie’s arms tensing under his hold. “I think maybe he should be punished. What do you think Tre?” Mike looked over Billie to meet Tre’s softly pleading eyes.
“I’ve got a hold on him,” Tre offered, testing the waters and swallowing hard.
“Come on, guys. I didn’t do anything. Let me go.” He tried to pull from Tre’s hold, but Tre only pulled him closer, strong hands firm around the small wrists.
“Nope. Not until you say you’re sorry.” Mike answered calmly. His fingers began gliding over the hot skin of Billie’s stomach, causing him to jerk again. He gasped a bit when he felt Tre’s hardness pressed against his ass, but he couldn’t stop himself from pressing back against him to escape the vicious calloused fingers on his sides. But before Billie realized it, the rough pads of Mike’s thumbs dipped below his jeans and brushed over his hipbones.
“Mikey! You’ve... gotta, gotta stop.” He gasped between breaths. Billie could feel his body temperature rising and the heat beginning to collect down under Mike’s fingers. He felt Tre’s hips twitch against him and bit his lip, knowing his body would soon react if they didn’t let him go.
“Bill,” Tre breathed in his ear, voice getting lower. “Take it like a man.” Tre’s arm tightened around Billie’s chest, pulling him tight against his muscled body, one hand still holding Billie’s wrists hostage.
Mike knew that their game was consensually going into deeper waters when he watched a growing line press against Billie’s jeans. He pulled his fingers away from the singer’s skin and looked down into the bright green eyes. Billie Joe hissed when one of Mike’s palms rested over the front of his jeans.
“You know Bill,” Mike spoke slowly, almost patronizingly. And as he did so, his hand began to move. “I think Tre has something to say to you.” Tre met his eyes threateningly, hoping that his voice wouldn’t crack, and loathing that Mike had put him on the spot. Billie Joe leaned back against Tre, pushing his hips forward into Mike’s warm palm. Once Tre decided that Billie wasn’t struggling anymore, he dropped the arm across Billie’s chest to hold the thin hips back against his own.
“Billie Joe,” Tre’s voice had dropped and there was no hiding the hard flesh pressing through his jeans against Billie. “you’ve been bad.” Billie whined a little as Mike dug the heel of his palm into the singer’s jeans. “You need to learn a lesson.”
“L-lesson?” Billie repeated.
“Mmhmm.” Tre hummed against the skin on Billie’s neck. Billie shivered, trying to force more contact between the moving hand and his hardening dick. Tre held his hips tighter, stopping Billie from arching forward. “Think you deserve to get off?” Tre growled, pushing himself forward against Billie’s wiggling hips.
“Tre...” Billie whispered, feeling suddenly shy. Mike watched the smaller man’s face flush red as he avoided eye contact.
“What’s wrong Billie? It feels to me like you’re enjoying this...” He punctuated this by squeezing his hand over Bill’s hard-on. The singer swallowed hard as Mike easily popped the button and his fingers hovered on the zipper of the dark denim. The singer didn’t say anything, but looked down to see Mike’s fingers playing with the zipper.
Mike looked past Billie as a shiver ran though the small man. Tre’s lips were leaving wet trails along the sensitive skin of Billie’s neck. Mike felt his heart hammer when he caught a flash of Tre’s sharp white teeth as he nipped at Billie’s earlobe. Billie’s breathing was growing ragged and Mike could feel how hard he was under his hand. If Billie was any indication, Mike was willing to bet that Tre was just as hard.
Mike was trying not to be nervous or weird about this, but he could feel himself getting turned on by watching his two best friends’ lusty eyes. He took a chance and lowered the zipper on Billie’s jeans.
“You know,” He breathed, trying to keep himself from jumping the two of them. “The last time I saw you like this, we were 17.” Billie’s half-lidded eyes sprang open wide and Tre’s eyebrows shot up. That had been a secret between the two of them for years.
Tre’s eyes silently questioned Mike and he leaned in a bit closer. Billie watched Mike’s eyes, feeling the taller man’s breath crossing his face.
“Yeah, we never told anyone.” Mike voiced to Tre, watching Billie to make sure he wasn’t crossing any lines. Billie was just watching him with that determined glint in his eyes that Mike still hadn’t figured out after all of these years. He did however, catch the slight nod Billie gave him as a go-ahead.
Mike trailed one hand up Billie’s chest, raising his shirt as he did. Tre’s eyes immediately went down to take in the small, toned body. Mike pressed hard enough on Billie’s chest to keep him sealed against Tre as his other hand wriggled it’s way into Billie’s boxers, tracing along the soft flesh. Billie drew a sharp breath in through his nose, but remained silent.
“Seventeen.” Mike said lowly. “Crazy bastard was so high he couldn’t stand up, but we were fucking horny.” Billie glanced over his shoulder to see Tre watching Mike intently. He could feel the drummer’s hand push his boxers lower to rest on the skin of his hip.
“Did you fuck him?” Tre asked, purposely close to Billie’s ear. Billie groaned and felt his knees weaken. Mike captured Billie’s emerald eyes and smirked as he felt Billie twitch under his hand.
“You would have liked that, wouldn’t you?” His voice was dangerous and he could tell that it was turning his best friends on even more. In fact, it was a bonus that Tre was squirming behind Billie.
“Mike...” Billie pleaded softly. Mike’s hand finally closed around Billie’s dick and Billie’s eyes closed lightly. Mike leaned in and whispered in Billie’s ear, making him shudder.
“No one moans my name quite the same as you do...” His hot mouth closed over Billie’s ear and Tre attacked the other one, successfully getting Billie to breathe hard and squirm again.
Tre moved his hips slowly, rubbing against Billie in a slow rhythm. Mike seemed to be finely attuned to every movement and began moving up and down Billie’s dick in the same torturously slow pace.
“You wanna know, Tre?” Mike asked, his mouth suddenly on the other side of the two, breathing hot against Tre’s exposed ear, freezing his assault on Billie Joe.
“Mm... Yeah.” He moaned into Billie’s ear and the front man whined out loud.
“Tell him.” Billie ordered, voice hitched and desperate. He couldn’t move at all and just wanted the growing pressure to release.
“We’re in his room, middle of the day. We start making out. Fucker stripped us to our underwear.” He squeezed Billie tighter, increasing his speed and leaving Tre hanging on his every word. “I pinned him.” Billie gasped in a breath, apparently remembering or imagining.
“He seems to like being restrained...” Tre noted, and they all heard his voice crack.
“You’re damn right he does. Bitch almost came when I ground against him.” Tre looked over Billie's face, but Billie was in his own blissful world. Tre couldn’t help but grind hard against him at that. He watched beads of sweat form on the singer’s face, something that had always fascinated him. “That’s right. Billie Joe Armstrong likes to be the bitch.” Mike gave Billie’s dick a hard jerk and Billie groaned in his throat, not bothering to protest what they all could see was true.
Tre couldn’t keep the jealously from his stomach, knowing that his two best friends had this secret between just them. He loved the way Billie was surrendering to them, letting them touch his small body. He loved that he could feel the slick, sweating skin under his hand. And he was jealous. He was jealous that Mike had that hot soft skin of Billie’s dick. But mostly he was jealous that Mike had gotten this chance before and never mentioned it.
Mike seemed to notice Tre’s eyes sparking because he stepped forward, pressing against Billie and capturing Tre’s lips with his own. Tre’s jealousy immediately vanished when he realized that he was being welcomed into their secret. Mike kissed him lovingly, and Tre could feel the movement of Mike’s hand through Billie. He thrust his hips upward against Billie harder, trying to match the movement he could imagine from Mike’s hand.
Billie’s body jerked and his weight fell on Tre. The drummer held him up with strong arms, but had to hold tight on Billie’s hip to keep him from thrusting into Mike’s hand. Mike pulled back from Tre, leaving a small kiss on his cheek as he turned his attention back to Billie.
“Hey BIll,” He spoke, voice getting rough. “You know, this is supposed to be punishment.” Tre exhaled sharply, quickening the rate he was rubbing against his friend, pressing hard, feeling the familiar heat rushing through him. “I should stop right now, see if you learned your lesson.” Billie’s eyes cracked open, watering. Mike could see his eyeliner running already. He stopped his movement completely for the briefest second, eliciting a cry from Billie Joe.
“Mike!” He sobbed out, entire body shaking hard. Mike gave in and met Billie’s lips, giving him a few hard tugs to bring him over the edge. He swallowed Billie’s screams and he felt the hot liquid spilling over his hand, just the same as it was years ago. He heard Tre groan and knew that was feeling Billie’s orgasm.
Billie had squeezed his eyes shut tightly and fallen out of control of his body. By the time he came back to reality, Tre was pressing soft kisses over his neck, his hands both rubbing over Billie’s sides. Billie finally realized that his hands were free as Mike rubbed his hands up and down Billie’s tattooed arms. He became aware of the wet heat in the front of his underwear, as well as seeping through the back of his jeans. Mike was leaning his forehead against the top of Billie’s head and Tre was holding him up.
Billie couldn’t think of anything to say, and the silence was suddenly sparking up discomfort in him, despite the fact that these were his best friends. Luckily, Mike saved him, like he usually did.
“So, Tre. Think he learned a lesson?” Tre chuckled against Billie’s neck, making him shiver.
“I don’t think he could handle any more right now.” Mike smiled, pulling back and kissing the top of Billie’s head.
“What do you think, Bill?” He asked, poking him in the chest to get his attention. Billie forced his heavy eyelids open. He grinned lazily at Mike.
“Well, if that’s punishment, maybe I should prank you guys more often.” Mike laughed, pulling Billie from Tre’s arms.
“Don’t get used to it.” He said, forcing Billie to stand on his own. He looked over the two of them when they both gave him a protesting look. “Hey, it’s not my fault you guys are so fucking horny.” Tre smirked to himself, but Billie pouted. “Although...” Mike started, walking by them to leave the dressing room. “Bill seemed pretty interested in the idea of getting fucked. Just throwing that out there.” With a grin, he left the room. Tre met Billie’s eyes and Billie flushed red again.
Tre smiled reassuringly and reached out. He pulled Billie’s head close for a gentle kiss. “Love you Bill.” He whispered.
“You too.” He answered quietly.
“But you know,” Tre said, turning toward the door, knowing that Billie was stripping from his ruined jeans and boxers. “Next time you fuck with my drums, it’s my turn to punish you.” His eyes sparkled with laughter and he glanced back to Billie, who just grinned.
“Yes, sir.”
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Cute!
-J X
Fandom: Green Day, of course.
Pairing: Mike/Billie/Tre
Prompt: 46. Writer's Choice-Tickling
Rating: PG-13 / T / FRT
Summary: Billie pranks his bandmates and is punished.
A/n: Was originally prompted from # 6 (Restraints) On my Kinky!Big Damn Table! But I think I'll change it to a Writer's choice.
Also, the prank is irrelevant.
Warnings: Tickling, Restraint, Slash, Oneshot, Language, Past Mike/Billie... Kink?
D/c: Still not mine! *pouts*
Also, I need a better title. Any ideas?
Enjoy!
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“Nofairnofairnofair!” Billie’s voice raised in pitch as Tre held his arms behind his back and wrapped one leg around his to keep him still. Mike shook with laughter as he tickled Billie mercilessly. Billie Joe was writhing against Tre, trying to free himself, but the drummer was stronger than he was.
“Gonna apologize yet?” Mike asked, long fingers digging into Billie’s armpits.
“S-Stop!” Billie pleaded, helplessly jerking around to escape the attacking fingers. His two best friends were the only people who knew how ticklish he was, and they used it against him whenever they could.
“Didn’t sound like an apology to me.” Tre laughed, wrapping one arm around Billie’s chest to hold him tighter. Mike took the opportunity to move his attack to the sides of Billie’s stomach and Billie’s squeals reached a whole new level. Unfortunately for Tre, Billie's squirming also intensified. His thin hips jerked back and Tre suddenly stopped laughing. “Um, Mikey, maybe we’d better cool it.”
“What? He’s just about to crack!” Mike said with a grin, but that grin fell when he saw the serious look on Tre’s face. He narrowed his eyes, poking Billie’s side experimentally. Billie pressed back against Tre and Mike saw the bright blue eyes close lightly. He completely ignored Billie’s pleading and continued to work his fingers lightly over Billie’s ribs.
Tre could feel his face heating up as Billie’s ass pressed back against his groin, rubbing him as the smaller man wiggled. Mike’s grin grew and Tre watched his fingers dance down Billie’s sides to the hem of his shirt.
“Mi-key!” Billie gasped as his hands ducked under the cloth and pressed against his abs. Suddenly, Mike stopped moving his fingers and Billie stopped giggling to gasp for breath. This caused his entire lithe body to heave against Tre, leaving the Drummer to pray that his body wouldn’t betray him.
“Well Bill, if you aren’t gonna say you’re sorry, maybe you haven’t learned your lesson.” Tre didn’t miss Billie’s arms tensing under his hold. “I think maybe he should be punished. What do you think Tre?” Mike looked over Billie to meet Tre’s softly pleading eyes.
“I’ve got a hold on him,” Tre offered, testing the waters and swallowing hard.
“Come on, guys. I didn’t do anything. Let me go.” He tried to pull from Tre’s hold, but Tre only pulled him closer, strong hands firm around the small wrists.
“Nope. Not until you say you’re sorry.” Mike answered calmly. His fingers began gliding over the hot skin of Billie’s stomach, causing him to jerk again. He gasped a bit when he felt Tre’s hardness pressed against his ass, but he couldn’t stop himself from pressing back against him to escape the vicious calloused fingers on his sides. But before Billie realized it, the rough pads of Mike’s thumbs dipped below his jeans and brushed over his hipbones.
“Mikey! You’ve... gotta, gotta stop.” He gasped between breaths. Billie could feel his body temperature rising and the heat beginning to collect down under Mike’s fingers. He felt Tre’s hips twitch against him and bit his lip, knowing his body would soon react if they didn’t let him go.
“Bill,” Tre breathed in his ear, voice getting lower. “Take it like a man.” Tre’s arm tightened around Billie’s chest, pulling him tight against his muscled body, one hand still holding Billie’s wrists hostage.
Mike knew that their game was consensually going into deeper waters when he watched a growing line press against Billie’s jeans. He pulled his fingers away from the singer’s skin and looked down into the bright green eyes. Billie Joe hissed when one of Mike’s palms rested over the front of his jeans.
“You know Bill,” Mike spoke slowly, almost patronizingly. And as he did so, his hand began to move. “I think Tre has something to say to you.” Tre met his eyes threateningly, hoping that his voice wouldn’t crack, and loathing that Mike had put him on the spot. Billie Joe leaned back against Tre, pushing his hips forward into Mike’s warm palm. Once Tre decided that Billie wasn’t struggling anymore, he dropped the arm across Billie’s chest to hold the thin hips back against his own.
“Billie Joe,” Tre’s voice had dropped and there was no hiding the hard flesh pressing through his jeans against Billie. “you’ve been bad.” Billie whined a little as Mike dug the heel of his palm into the singer’s jeans. “You need to learn a lesson.”
“L-lesson?” Billie repeated.
“Mmhmm.” Tre hummed against the skin on Billie’s neck. Billie shivered, trying to force more contact between the moving hand and his hardening dick. Tre held his hips tighter, stopping Billie from arching forward. “Think you deserve to get off?” Tre growled, pushing himself forward against Billie’s wiggling hips.
“Tre...” Billie whispered, feeling suddenly shy. Mike watched the smaller man’s face flush red as he avoided eye contact.
“What’s wrong Billie? It feels to me like you’re enjoying this...” He punctuated this by squeezing his hand over Bill’s hard-on. The singer swallowed hard as Mike easily popped the button and his fingers hovered on the zipper of the dark denim. The singer didn’t say anything, but looked down to see Mike’s fingers playing with the zipper.
Mike looked past Billie as a shiver ran though the small man. Tre’s lips were leaving wet trails along the sensitive skin of Billie’s neck. Mike felt his heart hammer when he caught a flash of Tre’s sharp white teeth as he nipped at Billie’s earlobe. Billie’s breathing was growing ragged and Mike could feel how hard he was under his hand. If Billie was any indication, Mike was willing to bet that Tre was just as hard.
Mike was trying not to be nervous or weird about this, but he could feel himself getting turned on by watching his two best friends’ lusty eyes. He took a chance and lowered the zipper on Billie’s jeans.
“You know,” He breathed, trying to keep himself from jumping the two of them. “The last time I saw you like this, we were 17.” Billie’s half-lidded eyes sprang open wide and Tre’s eyebrows shot up. That had been a secret between the two of them for years.
Tre’s eyes silently questioned Mike and he leaned in a bit closer. Billie watched Mike’s eyes, feeling the taller man’s breath crossing his face.
“Yeah, we never told anyone.” Mike voiced to Tre, watching Billie to make sure he wasn’t crossing any lines. Billie was just watching him with that determined glint in his eyes that Mike still hadn’t figured out after all of these years. He did however, catch the slight nod Billie gave him as a go-ahead.
Mike trailed one hand up Billie’s chest, raising his shirt as he did. Tre’s eyes immediately went down to take in the small, toned body. Mike pressed hard enough on Billie’s chest to keep him sealed against Tre as his other hand wriggled it’s way into Billie’s boxers, tracing along the soft flesh. Billie drew a sharp breath in through his nose, but remained silent.
“Seventeen.” Mike said lowly. “Crazy bastard was so high he couldn’t stand up, but we were fucking horny.” Billie glanced over his shoulder to see Tre watching Mike intently. He could feel the drummer’s hand push his boxers lower to rest on the skin of his hip.
“Did you fuck him?” Tre asked, purposely close to Billie’s ear. Billie groaned and felt his knees weaken. Mike captured Billie’s emerald eyes and smirked as he felt Billie twitch under his hand.
“You would have liked that, wouldn’t you?” His voice was dangerous and he could tell that it was turning his best friends on even more. In fact, it was a bonus that Tre was squirming behind Billie.
“Mike...” Billie pleaded softly. Mike’s hand finally closed around Billie’s dick and Billie’s eyes closed lightly. Mike leaned in and whispered in Billie’s ear, making him shudder.
“No one moans my name quite the same as you do...” His hot mouth closed over Billie’s ear and Tre attacked the other one, successfully getting Billie to breathe hard and squirm again.
Tre moved his hips slowly, rubbing against Billie in a slow rhythm. Mike seemed to be finely attuned to every movement and began moving up and down Billie’s dick in the same torturously slow pace.
“You wanna know, Tre?” Mike asked, his mouth suddenly on the other side of the two, breathing hot against Tre’s exposed ear, freezing his assault on Billie Joe.
“Mm... Yeah.” He moaned into Billie’s ear and the front man whined out loud.
“Tell him.” Billie ordered, voice hitched and desperate. He couldn’t move at all and just wanted the growing pressure to release.
“We’re in his room, middle of the day. We start making out. Fucker stripped us to our underwear.” He squeezed Billie tighter, increasing his speed and leaving Tre hanging on his every word. “I pinned him.” Billie gasped in a breath, apparently remembering or imagining.
“He seems to like being restrained...” Tre noted, and they all heard his voice crack.
“You’re damn right he does. Bitch almost came when I ground against him.” Tre looked over Billie's face, but Billie was in his own blissful world. Tre couldn’t help but grind hard against him at that. He watched beads of sweat form on the singer’s face, something that had always fascinated him. “That’s right. Billie Joe Armstrong likes to be the bitch.” Mike gave Billie’s dick a hard jerk and Billie groaned in his throat, not bothering to protest what they all could see was true.
Tre couldn’t keep the jealously from his stomach, knowing that his two best friends had this secret between just them. He loved the way Billie was surrendering to them, letting them touch his small body. He loved that he could feel the slick, sweating skin under his hand. And he was jealous. He was jealous that Mike had that hot soft skin of Billie’s dick. But mostly he was jealous that Mike had gotten this chance before and never mentioned it.
Mike seemed to notice Tre’s eyes sparking because he stepped forward, pressing against Billie and capturing Tre’s lips with his own. Tre’s jealousy immediately vanished when he realized that he was being welcomed into their secret. Mike kissed him lovingly, and Tre could feel the movement of Mike’s hand through Billie. He thrust his hips upward against Billie harder, trying to match the movement he could imagine from Mike’s hand.
Billie’s body jerked and his weight fell on Tre. The drummer held him up with strong arms, but had to hold tight on Billie’s hip to keep him from thrusting into Mike’s hand. Mike pulled back from Tre, leaving a small kiss on his cheek as he turned his attention back to Billie.
“Hey BIll,” He spoke, voice getting rough. “You know, this is supposed to be punishment.” Tre exhaled sharply, quickening the rate he was rubbing against his friend, pressing hard, feeling the familiar heat rushing through him. “I should stop right now, see if you learned your lesson.” Billie’s eyes cracked open, watering. Mike could see his eyeliner running already. He stopped his movement completely for the briefest second, eliciting a cry from Billie Joe.
“Mike!” He sobbed out, entire body shaking hard. Mike gave in and met Billie’s lips, giving him a few hard tugs to bring him over the edge. He swallowed Billie’s screams and he felt the hot liquid spilling over his hand, just the same as it was years ago. He heard Tre groan and knew that was feeling Billie’s orgasm.
Billie had squeezed his eyes shut tightly and fallen out of control of his body. By the time he came back to reality, Tre was pressing soft kisses over his neck, his hands both rubbing over Billie’s sides. Billie finally realized that his hands were free as Mike rubbed his hands up and down Billie’s tattooed arms. He became aware of the wet heat in the front of his underwear, as well as seeping through the back of his jeans. Mike was leaning his forehead against the top of Billie’s head and Tre was holding him up.
Billie couldn’t think of anything to say, and the silence was suddenly sparking up discomfort in him, despite the fact that these were his best friends. Luckily, Mike saved him, like he usually did.
“So, Tre. Think he learned a lesson?” Tre chuckled against Billie’s neck, making him shiver.
“I don’t think he could handle any more right now.” Mike smiled, pulling back and kissing the top of Billie’s head.
“What do you think, Bill?” He asked, poking him in the chest to get his attention. Billie forced his heavy eyelids open. He grinned lazily at Mike.
“Well, if that’s punishment, maybe I should prank you guys more often.” Mike laughed, pulling Billie from Tre’s arms.
“Don’t get used to it.” He said, forcing Billie to stand on his own. He looked over the two of them when they both gave him a protesting look. “Hey, it’s not my fault you guys are so fucking horny.” Tre smirked to himself, but Billie pouted. “Although...” Mike started, walking by them to leave the dressing room. “Bill seemed pretty interested in the idea of getting fucked. Just throwing that out there.” With a grin, he left the room. Tre met Billie’s eyes and Billie flushed red again.
Tre smiled reassuringly and reached out. He pulled Billie’s head close for a gentle kiss. “Love you Bill.” He whispered.
“You too.” He answered quietly.
“But you know,” Tre said, turning toward the door, knowing that Billie was stripping from his ruined jeans and boxers. “Next time you fuck with my drums, it’s my turn to punish you.” His eyes sparkled with laughter and he glanced back to Billie, who just grinned.
“Yes, sir.”
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Cute!
-J X