Pose
Title: Pose
Author: lyrical_mess52 (moi!)
Pairing: Billie Joe/Mike
Rating: PG
Summary: Mike swears he’s doing it on purpose. And he is.
Notes: A little thing I threw together after staring at this picture for about a day and a half. Because srsly, how can you not stare? I suppose this counts as a drabble. It's 356 words. Enjoy and if you don't, let me know why. Please.
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“What the hell was that?”
Billie Joe turns around, quirking an eyebrow. “What was what?”
“That. That…burlesque show you just put on.”
With a sigh, Billie grabs his best friend by the arm and pulls him to a quiet corner. “Michael, that was a photo shoot,” he explains with the patience only a father could develop. “I was asked to pose. So I posed.”
Mike shrugs his arm away, slightly fed up. “That wasn’t a pose; that was a friggin’ invitation to your bedroom! What’re you smirking at?”
The older man doesn’t even try to hide his amusement. “You sound jealous.”
It’s the bassist’s turn to raise his eyebrows. “Of what?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Billie Joe replies impishly, feigning innocence with a green puppy eyes that somehow imply that he knows all too well. With a smile and shrug, he begins to walk back to the set-up.
“Where the hell are you going?” Mike pulls Billie back by the collar, all but growling the question in his ear. And he is not pleased to hear giggles in response.
“See? You are jealous.”
“I am not!”
“Oh really?” Another smirk passes over Billie’s lips. “Then why were you threatening the photographer and balling your fist?”
“I-th-that was a pose,” Mike stutters out an excuse, not even convincing himself. So what if he was warning the photographer? Someone had to; the slut was licking her lips and winking at Billie Joe, fanning herself when the fabric of his shirt stretched across his wiry torso…dumb bitch. Who did she think she was anyway?
“Right.”
“It was!”
“Are you sure?” the shorter man asks, casually stretching, letting his tee-shirt stretch again and his leather jacket ride up, showing off his petite figure and slightly jutting out his hip. Mike swears he’s doing it on purpose. And he is.
Mike narrows his eyes, half in frustration and half in lust. “You suck.”
“You would know, Michael.” Billie Joe winks, pushing up against his lover for a quick kiss before strutting back to the set for a few more pictures.
Mike curses and follows behind him, already planning revenge.