Don't Fear Fink
Part 6 I Think (You're welcome, Eric! :P)
Mike exhaled heavily, and even his breath screamed sex. Tre stared down at the delicious faces his bassist was making. His thin lips were parted, eyebrows furrowed, eyes squinting closed, strong jaw set...Tre wanted him. And he wanted him now. It was going to kill him if he had to wait for his friend's permission much longer. The heat around his cock was making it extremely difficult to not just give in and start fucking like a mad man. But he waited, he really didn't want to hurt him, it would eat at him until he had to hurt himself. And Tre didn't want that.
"T-Tre...Mmn.." Mikey winced and then nodded slowly, breathing carefully. Tre couldn't help but smile as he inched himself nearly all the way into Mike's entrance. The thoughts started swimming around in the back of his mind then, something he wouldn't want to admit. Why did he love Beej? Billie Joe didn't love him back. He loved Mikey...And maybe Tre loved Mikey too. Mike was always there for him, sex, booze, a place in his bed when he couldn't go back home, a strong set of arms linked around his neck, salty-smoke kisses out of nowhere that made Tre's thoughts melt away...Thats why he usually wouldn't let Mikey kiss him when they did this, he needed to focus.
He wished desperately that his thoughts would melt away right now though, and let him fuck Mike like he wanted. He was thrusting slowly and carefully now, searching for that special place in the bassist that made him gasp and buck and moan and mewl and grunt and groan and just...he loved hitting that spot. It made Mike feel good, and Tre loved it when he could make his friend feel good. Tre knew when he hit it. Mikey gasped and shivered, a low moan escaping his parted lips. Tre licked his lips, lowering his mouth onto the bassist's without thinking. Mike made a startled sound before he began kissing the drummer back.
He was confused, having only kissed his friend a few times, lazy, sleepy, no tongue kisses that were shared in the dark when one of them was especially desperate for something, and most of the time they didn't even know what it was. It was just...something. The something that drew them to eachother whether they liked it or not. Tre's thrusts were getting a little rougher now, deeper, harder. And honestly, that was just fine with Mike. He'd be okay with anything probably, as long as it made the man he loved feel good. He didn't want to love his bandmates...but it didn't really seem like Love cared about what he wanted.
"Mikey.." Tre breathed into the bassist's ear, moving his hips in fluid motions, pushing into his friend again and again. "I-I'm not gonna l-last..." the drummer growled into his friend's neck, speeding his thrusts up, nibbling at Mike's long, toned neck. Mike moaned a hot, low moan and bucked involuntarily down onto Tre's cock.
"Tr-Tre can I say it?" Mike whispered, reaching his hand down to his own throbbing member. Tre glanced from his friend's desperate hand, to his even more desperate set of ice-blue orbs. He replaced his friend's hand with his own, jerking and stroking, and all the while staring into those eyes.
"Y-yeah...You can..." The drummer whispered back, slowing his thrusts again and jerking his friend. Mike closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"TreTre I..." A moan was followed by a gasp as he bucked, but then gritted his teeth, trying hard to concentrate on words. "I love y-you." He concluded. Tre growled and started thrusting quickly again.
"Mikey I love you!" Tre practically screamed as he came, orgasm washing over him, bathing him in ecstacy. The bassist moaned loudly, enjoying the feeling of his friend letting himself go inside of him. A few more jerks from Tre and Mikey was shooting his own load, convulsing in his own orgasm that shattered his thoughts.
*** "...Fuck..." Mikey muttered after a while, his friend laying next to him, arm thrown over his chest. Tre looked up at him, blue eyes questioning and mouth twisted into a contemplative frown.
"W-was that bad or..?" Tre blushed, looking down, tears in his eyes. He would hate himself if he ever upset his friend. Mike shook his head vigorously, pulling his friend close to him and kissing his clammy forehead.
"No no no...It was...good. Great..." Mike searched for words. "It was the best I think...The best we've done." Mike smiled into his friend's hair. "Yeah, it was the best I think I've had actually..." Mikey kissed Tre's cheek lightly, then cupped the drummer's cheek, smiling at him kindly. "Don't worry." He concluded, brushing the back of his hand against his friend's clammy temple.
"You've had girls though Mikes...I can't be the best. Plus, you've had Beej...So I can't be the best." Tre blushed, staring down at the suddenly very interesting sheets on his frontmans bed. Mike shook his head, still smiling.
"You don't get it." he sighed. "It was the best because...well...Tre." He used his thumb and forefinger to tilt his drummer's chin up. "Because I meant it. I...love you." Mike stared into his friend's eyes, waiting for Tre to say something. But it wasn't Tre who spoke.
"My bed ain't for makin' love, s'for fuckin'..." Billie Joe mumbled, obviously back to his old self as he stood and stretched. "Yeah, An' I might take it in the ass but you're gayer'n I am." He snickered, ruffling his blond mop and walking towards the door, avoiding the obstacles on his floor. "Go to Mikey's garage an' be gay. I'm gon' haveta change the fuckin' sheets now that you got love on 'em." Billie Joe made a grossed out face and left the room, most likely on a search for clean(ish) sheets.
"He is such an asshole..." Tre muttered under his breath, receiving a smile and nod from his lover.
"Yeah. But he's got a good idea. Wanna stay the night?" Mike asked, playing with the drummer's sweatsoaked hair. "We can bunk in my garage..." He added, smiling kindly and looking to his friend for approval.
"Well...Kay." Tre said slowly, chewing at his lower lip. He'd bunk with Mike for the night. And maybe, just maybe...In the morning Mike would be more than just his bassist.
Mike exhaled heavily, and even his breath screamed sex. Tre stared down at the delicious faces his bassist was making. His thin lips were parted, eyebrows furrowed, eyes squinting closed, strong jaw set...Tre wanted him. And he wanted him now. It was going to kill him if he had to wait for his friend's permission much longer. The heat around his cock was making it extremely difficult to not just give in and start fucking like a mad man. But he waited, he really didn't want to hurt him, it would eat at him until he had to hurt himself. And Tre didn't want that.
"T-Tre...Mmn.." Mikey winced and then nodded slowly, breathing carefully. Tre couldn't help but smile as he inched himself nearly all the way into Mike's entrance. The thoughts started swimming around in the back of his mind then, something he wouldn't want to admit. Why did he love Beej? Billie Joe didn't love him back. He loved Mikey...And maybe Tre loved Mikey too. Mike was always there for him, sex, booze, a place in his bed when he couldn't go back home, a strong set of arms linked around his neck, salty-smoke kisses out of nowhere that made Tre's thoughts melt away...Thats why he usually wouldn't let Mikey kiss him when they did this, he needed to focus.
He wished desperately that his thoughts would melt away right now though, and let him fuck Mike like he wanted. He was thrusting slowly and carefully now, searching for that special place in the bassist that made him gasp and buck and moan and mewl and grunt and groan and just...he loved hitting that spot. It made Mike feel good, and Tre loved it when he could make his friend feel good. Tre knew when he hit it. Mikey gasped and shivered, a low moan escaping his parted lips. Tre licked his lips, lowering his mouth onto the bassist's without thinking. Mike made a startled sound before he began kissing the drummer back.
He was confused, having only kissed his friend a few times, lazy, sleepy, no tongue kisses that were shared in the dark when one of them was especially desperate for something, and most of the time they didn't even know what it was. It was just...something. The something that drew them to eachother whether they liked it or not. Tre's thrusts were getting a little rougher now, deeper, harder. And honestly, that was just fine with Mike. He'd be okay with anything probably, as long as it made the man he loved feel good. He didn't want to love his bandmates...but it didn't really seem like Love cared about what he wanted.
"Mikey.." Tre breathed into the bassist's ear, moving his hips in fluid motions, pushing into his friend again and again. "I-I'm not gonna l-last..." the drummer growled into his friend's neck, speeding his thrusts up, nibbling at Mike's long, toned neck. Mike moaned a hot, low moan and bucked involuntarily down onto Tre's cock.
"Tr-Tre can I say it?" Mike whispered, reaching his hand down to his own throbbing member. Tre glanced from his friend's desperate hand, to his even more desperate set of ice-blue orbs. He replaced his friend's hand with his own, jerking and stroking, and all the while staring into those eyes.
"Y-yeah...You can..." The drummer whispered back, slowing his thrusts again and jerking his friend. Mike closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"TreTre I..." A moan was followed by a gasp as he bucked, but then gritted his teeth, trying hard to concentrate on words. "I love y-you." He concluded. Tre growled and started thrusting quickly again.
"Mikey I love you!" Tre practically screamed as he came, orgasm washing over him, bathing him in ecstacy. The bassist moaned loudly, enjoying the feeling of his friend letting himself go inside of him. A few more jerks from Tre and Mikey was shooting his own load, convulsing in his own orgasm that shattered his thoughts.
*** "...Fuck..." Mikey muttered after a while, his friend laying next to him, arm thrown over his chest. Tre looked up at him, blue eyes questioning and mouth twisted into a contemplative frown.
"W-was that bad or..?" Tre blushed, looking down, tears in his eyes. He would hate himself if he ever upset his friend. Mike shook his head vigorously, pulling his friend close to him and kissing his clammy forehead.
"No no no...It was...good. Great..." Mike searched for words. "It was the best I think...The best we've done." Mike smiled into his friend's hair. "Yeah, it was the best I think I've had actually..." Mikey kissed Tre's cheek lightly, then cupped the drummer's cheek, smiling at him kindly. "Don't worry." He concluded, brushing the back of his hand against his friend's clammy temple.
"You've had girls though Mikes...I can't be the best. Plus, you've had Beej...So I can't be the best." Tre blushed, staring down at the suddenly very interesting sheets on his frontmans bed. Mike shook his head, still smiling.
"You don't get it." he sighed. "It was the best because...well...Tre." He used his thumb and forefinger to tilt his drummer's chin up. "Because I meant it. I...love you." Mike stared into his friend's eyes, waiting for Tre to say something. But it wasn't Tre who spoke.
"My bed ain't for makin' love, s'for fuckin'..." Billie Joe mumbled, obviously back to his old self as he stood and stretched. "Yeah, An' I might take it in the ass but you're gayer'n I am." He snickered, ruffling his blond mop and walking towards the door, avoiding the obstacles on his floor. "Go to Mikey's garage an' be gay. I'm gon' haveta change the fuckin' sheets now that you got love on 'em." Billie Joe made a grossed out face and left the room, most likely on a search for clean(ish) sheets.
"He is such an asshole..." Tre muttered under his breath, receiving a smile and nod from his lover.
"Yeah. But he's got a good idea. Wanna stay the night?" Mike asked, playing with the drummer's sweatsoaked hair. "We can bunk in my garage..." He added, smiling kindly and looking to his friend for approval.
"Well...Kay." Tre said slowly, chewing at his lower lip. He'd bunk with Mike for the night. And maybe, just maybe...In the morning Mike would be more than just his bassist.