Belated Christmas Story
TITLE: Off Day at Jingletown, Part 2 (2/2)
AUTHOR: wiccish
PAIRING: Billie/Mike/Tre
RATING: NC-17
December 2012
Billie Joe stood in the doorway, hands in pockets, a slow smile spreading across his face at the sight of Mike and Tre so self-consciously exposed on the sofa.
Simultaneously, they sat up, tugging down their shirts in a rather furtive attempt at covering themselves. Both sat, open-mouthed, and just stared at him.
Jesus, he looks good, Tre thought as he took in the newly-short hair, curls just starting to lengthen again, and the lazy way he relaxed against the door frame. Rehab must suit him!
Mike contemplated Billie’s expression, so different from just a week ago when he’d been working with his son’s band. His eyes were wide with suppressed laughter and there was something else there. It took Mike a moment to bring a word to it: stillness.
Billie’s face gave way to a classic expression; he pressed his teeth into his bottom lip to keep from bursting into laughter.
“Uhh, ummm, hey Billie!” Tre squeaked out, his voice still a bit raw from screaming Mike’s name. He leaned his hands on his knees in an effort to let his shirt cover his bare dick.
Mike lowered his head and laughed softly, then looked up to meet Billie’s eyes.
ldquo;Well, hey guys,” Billie said quietly, secretly proud of not snorting with amusement. “Sorry if I interrupted anything.”
“Oh, shit no Bills, we were just talking,” Tre said evenly.
The three of them burst into laughter and just like that, everything was perfect. Just like it had always been.
Billie slowly moved into the room and his bandmates forgot their momentary self-consciousness.
Who cared if Mike and Tre were sitting there, naked from the waist down? It wasn’t like they hadn’t all been there before. They got up from the couch and pulled Billie into a three-way hug and held him tight, as if they had been parted forever.
Because fuck, it seemed like it had been forever.
When they stepped apart, Tre held him at arm’s length and looked him up and down. Skinny black jeans, the usual Converse, and a black hoodie over a long-sleeved forest-green shirt that hugged his slim frame nicely, and made his incredible eyes seem to glow from within.
“God damn, Billie Joe, you look some kind of good. A sight for sore eyes.”
Billie let his eyes travel from Tre’s happy expression, down over his black Raiders shirt and rest for a long moment on his spent cock. He flicked a glance back up and briefly met Tre’s eyes; Tre wasn’t sure what he saw there.
Mike stood, hands on his hips, blatantly unashamed at his half-naked state and grinned. “Gotta keep ourselves occupied, babe; it’s not easy keeping busy without you.”
Billie’s smile morphed into a smirk. His eyes took the long way down Mike’s frame and back up again, pausing to admire the girth that swung heavily between his legs, even in its depleted state.
“Oh I dunno, you seem to be managing pretty well.”
Mike’s snicker was joined by Tre’s giggle. “Well, let me put my jeans back on,” Tre said as he reached down, “and we can converse like - - “
He was halfway to the jeans on the floor when Billie’s hand stopped him. “Don’t,” he said abruptly. His hand rested on Tre’s wrist and as Tre straightened again, Billie’s hand moved from his wrist, to graze his hip and close his fingers over Tre’s suddenly-interested cock.
Tre closed his eyes and thought of all the nights he had imagined just such a move, wondering if it would ever happen again.
Billie just stood, watching Tre, reading his expression as his hand closed around his penis and his fingers brushed against his testicle.
Mike watched intently, his libido soaring right back up again as Billie calmly stood and fondled Tre.
Tre, his eyes still closed, threw his head back and sucked in a very deep breath, his chest expanding as he delighted in the touch he’d been afraid to dream about for so long.
Billie slid his eyes over to meet Mike’s and then dropped to stare pointedly at Mike’s crotch, watching his dick twitch and swell. He slowly looked up again to meet ice-blue eyes, and there was no mistaking the invitation issuing from the singer’s smoldering green gaze.
As if to emphasize his intent, Billie parted his lips and let the tip of his tongue slide over the corner of his mouth.
Mike’s cock responded with a swift jerk and he moved silently to join the other two.
But before Mike could get his arms around the both of them, Billie had pressed his mouth to Tre’s; Mike watched closely as the tip of that damnable tongue slid over and around Tre’s lips, making them glisten, making Tre gasp with pleasure.
“Mmmm,” Billie breathed in a low voice against Tre’s mouth, “I can taste you on him, Michael.” He shot another sidelong glance at Mike, his face still pressed to Tre’s, lips still parted to meet the drummer’s.
Mike closed his eyes and felt his cock strain upward, the blood draining from his head and making him dizzy.
Fuck, it was like being kids again, tentative glances and touches giving way to outright ecstasy when they were finally alone.
Mike slid a hand under Billie’s shirt and sighed at the feel of his smooth skin.
It had truly seemed like forever.
He ground his crotch into Billie’s side as Billie continued to tease Tre with his fingers, one hand between his legs and the other working its way into Tre’s mouth, fingers seeking tongues, wanting to feel everything.
Mike kept his stroking Billie’s back, bending lower to join in the kiss, three pairs of lips meeting and licking, sucking and tasting in a frenzy of sensation.
Billie seemed so calm and collected; Mike wondered if he really was that detached. It had been so long, after all.
As their tongues sucked and swirled, Mike slid his hand up and around to Billie’s chest, to rest against his heart. He kept his palm pressed there and smiled.
Yes, Billie seemed to be enjoying himself as well; his heart was hammering every bit as hard as Mike’s own. Mike ran his fingers over a soft nipple, savoring the feel of the skin as it puckered against his fingers.
“Mmmm,” Billie breathed, pressing himself against the two men. “I can taste both of you.”
His sensual statement sent Mike and Tre into overdrive, both of them now wanting the long-absent singer, every bit of him.
Tre moved backward and pulled Billie with him toward the couch.
He resisted slightly, finding himself suddenly losing control, but Mike propelled him from behind.
Before he could say a word to object, he was on his back, his clothing being removed at a rapid rate by the two gorgeous men eager to ravish him.
Billie looked up to see Mike above him, tracing his long fingers from his cheek, down along his jaw, to the top of his shirt and then down to its hem. With minimal motion, Mike had the shirt and hoodie up and over his head, while Tre sent his shoes flying and yanked his jeans down over slim hips in seconds.
Billie shivered, from anticipation or the cold, he couldn’t tell. It was December, after all.
But Mike and Tre provided immediate warmth when they crawled over him and proceeded to devour his naked body.
In times past, Billie might have protested or struggled for dominance. Perhaps it was his new-found tranquility, or perhaps he was simply in thrall to his senses; either way, Tre and Mike found his passiveness a potent aphrodisiac.
Mike held the singer’s jaw in his hand, controlling his head as he plumbed the depths of that sensuous mouth. Nibbling at his jaw, licking the outline of his full, luscious lips, tonguing his teeth and sucking his tongue into his own mouth, Mike felt his cock swell and strain against Billie’s side.
Billie could only moan softly, obeying every command Mike made with his mouth.
Tre, meanwhile, had licked and sniffed his way up from the very bottom, teasing Billie’s small feet with his tongue, smoothing his strong drummer’s hands up his calves and thighs, remaining there to squeeze and stroke before he went for the prize.
Billie gasped against Mike’s mouth, trying to grab hold of Mike - or Tre - or the couch for that matter; but Mike firmly took hold of his arms and stretched them above his head.
Loud gasps came from Billie and Mike as Mike pulled away for air, Mike pressing his face against the soft skin of the inside of Billie’s arm, chewing and teasing his way up to slender wrists. Mike nuzzled the wrists he held captive, remembering the nights he had sat in this studio and wondered if this would ever happen again.
Mike’s chest pressed against Billie’s face and he hungrily tongued smooth nipples, pulling at them with his teeth until Mike groaned with pleasure. Billie rubbed his face against Mike’s chest, loving the feel of the coarse hair there, wondering how he had managed without this for so long.
Tre interrupted the moment with a sharp bite to the pale, vulnerable skin of Billie’s thigh; the quick sting nearly lifted him off the couch, but Tre pressed him back with his greater strength.
“Easy babe,” he breathed against a soft happy trail. “Time to get you where it counts.”
With that, Tre extended his tongue and inserted it into Billie’s navel, teasing and tasting his way down to a distended cock.
Mike watched in fascination; he nodded to Tre and savored the sight of Billie arching up and crying out as the drummer swallowed him down in one fierce suck.
Billie had given himself over to his senses; his green eyes were glazed with lust and Mike felt and overwhelming surge of love as he cupped the delicate face and pressed their lips together once more.
He let go of Billie’s wrists and felt himself grow even harder as Billie reached for his cock. He caught the tattooed hand and sucked on a tattoed finger and whispered, “Not now. This is about you.”
Mike glanced down and saw Tre lower his head to eagerly mouth the base of Billie’s cock, fitting his lips over the taut skin while gently teasing the pre-come from the tip with his finger.
Mike lifted an eyebrow and Tre grinned and nodded.
Without a word between them, they quickly swapped positions and went in for the kill.
Billie gasped and blinked, uncertain of what was happening, but before he could utter a word Tre covered his mouth with the taste of his own pre-come and proceeded to suck the air from his lungs.
At the same time, Mike slid his fingers deep into his mouth, coating them well and then running them over Billie’s dripping slit for good measure.
He fixed his eyes on Billie and Tre and then carefully teased Billie’s entrance with a gentle finger.
Billie nearly shot of the couch again. He tore his mouth from Tre’s and gasped, trying to speak.
“Nuh uh,” Tre whispered, pressing light kisses to his forehead as his friend gulped in air. “Just go easy, Billie. We’ve been missing this for a long time, now.”
He watched Billie’s chest rise and fall as he sucked in air, waiting for him to get enough, and then nodded to Mike.
Mike began to slide his long middle finger into Billie’s hole, just as Tre captured Billie’s lips - and his scream.
Billie was nearly gone - completely given over to sensation and finally annihilated when Mike inserted another finger, at the same time covering his throbbing cock with his mouth.
Through Billie’s wild thrashing, Mike and Tre refused to let go. Tre pinched his nipples and grabbed his neck to keep his mouth close enough to devour.
Mike felt the tip of that precious nub of flesh and he teased it, sending Billie over the edge as his ass muscles clenched around Mike’s fingers.
Mike sucked hard and was rewarded with the pulse of hot come shooting over his tongue to the back of his throat, again and again.
God, had he ever tasted so good?
Tre held his friend tightly, his arm across his chest, loving the feel of his heart beating so wildly. He pressed one more kiss to Billie’s mouth and felt him quiver as he came, lips trembling against his own.
Neither wanted to let Billie go. Tre reluctantly released swollen lips to allow him air, but still held him tight, wanting to prolong the moment. The sight of Billie’s eyelashes fluttering in the throes of orgasm was one Tre would hold close for a very long time.
Mike let go gradually. He kept Billie’s spent prick in his mouth, letting it pulse now and again as he ever-so-slowly slid his fingers from that sweet pucker.
For many minutes, Billie seemed utterly lost to the lingering aftershocks. He gave a quiet gasp now and then, and shivered.
Tre lifted the singer’s head and slid himself under it, becoming, in effect, his pillow.
Mike reached over the back of the couch and grabbed his jacket to place over Billie; it was large enough to nearly cover him.
The three of them sat in silence, until Billie gave a huge, shuddering sigh and blinked several times.
Tre smiled and lightly brushed back his hair. “Welcome back, babe,” he said with uncharacteristic gentleness.
Mike sat with Billie’s lower limbs resting across his lap. He casually rubbed his hand up and down the length of his legs and said quietly, “Sure have missed this, guy.”
Billie sighed again and closed his eyes. “Me too, brothers. Me too.”
Tre playfully tugged his hair and said carefully, “Y’know, I wasn’t really sure if things would be the same. I mean - you know - like this.”
Billie smiled, his eyes still closed. “Well, I’ve had to give up a lot of things, but sex isn’t one of them.”
Mike met Tre’s eyes and they grinned.
Billie turned in Tre’s lap and tried to settle comfortably. Then he said, “Uh, this is nice and all, but your dick is poking me in the ear, Tre. In fact, Mike’s prick is stuck between my legs. I think we oughta see about that.”
The other two looked at each other incredulously for a second before Billie playfully chewed Tre’s cock.
“Jesus, Bill, and here we’ve been so fucking careful with you!” Tre tried to squirm away from Billie’s questing teeth.
“Fuck that shit,” Mike growled, “everything’s back to normal!” He tried to tickle Billie but the smaller man had his strong legs wrapped around Mike’s waist in a tight scissor hold.
“Dammit,” Tre cried, jerking his cock away from Billie’s imitation of a snapping turtle. “Some things never change!”
AUTHOR: wiccish
PAIRING: Billie/Mike/Tre
RATING: NC-17
December 2012
Billie Joe stood in the doorway, hands in pockets, a slow smile spreading across his face at the sight of Mike and Tre so self-consciously exposed on the sofa.
Simultaneously, they sat up, tugging down their shirts in a rather furtive attempt at covering themselves. Both sat, open-mouthed, and just stared at him.
Jesus, he looks good, Tre thought as he took in the newly-short hair, curls just starting to lengthen again, and the lazy way he relaxed against the door frame. Rehab must suit him!
Mike contemplated Billie’s expression, so different from just a week ago when he’d been working with his son’s band. His eyes were wide with suppressed laughter and there was something else there. It took Mike a moment to bring a word to it: stillness.
Billie’s face gave way to a classic expression; he pressed his teeth into his bottom lip to keep from bursting into laughter.
“Uhh, ummm, hey Billie!” Tre squeaked out, his voice still a bit raw from screaming Mike’s name. He leaned his hands on his knees in an effort to let his shirt cover his bare dick.
Mike lowered his head and laughed softly, then looked up to meet Billie’s eyes.
ldquo;Well, hey guys,” Billie said quietly, secretly proud of not snorting with amusement. “Sorry if I interrupted anything.”
“Oh, shit no Bills, we were just talking,” Tre said evenly.
The three of them burst into laughter and just like that, everything was perfect. Just like it had always been.
Billie slowly moved into the room and his bandmates forgot their momentary self-consciousness.
Who cared if Mike and Tre were sitting there, naked from the waist down? It wasn’t like they hadn’t all been there before. They got up from the couch and pulled Billie into a three-way hug and held him tight, as if they had been parted forever.
Because fuck, it seemed like it had been forever.
When they stepped apart, Tre held him at arm’s length and looked him up and down. Skinny black jeans, the usual Converse, and a black hoodie over a long-sleeved forest-green shirt that hugged his slim frame nicely, and made his incredible eyes seem to glow from within.
“God damn, Billie Joe, you look some kind of good. A sight for sore eyes.”
Billie let his eyes travel from Tre’s happy expression, down over his black Raiders shirt and rest for a long moment on his spent cock. He flicked a glance back up and briefly met Tre’s eyes; Tre wasn’t sure what he saw there.
Mike stood, hands on his hips, blatantly unashamed at his half-naked state and grinned. “Gotta keep ourselves occupied, babe; it’s not easy keeping busy without you.”
Billie’s smile morphed into a smirk. His eyes took the long way down Mike’s frame and back up again, pausing to admire the girth that swung heavily between his legs, even in its depleted state.
“Oh I dunno, you seem to be managing pretty well.”
Mike’s snicker was joined by Tre’s giggle. “Well, let me put my jeans back on,” Tre said as he reached down, “and we can converse like - - “
He was halfway to the jeans on the floor when Billie’s hand stopped him. “Don’t,” he said abruptly. His hand rested on Tre’s wrist and as Tre straightened again, Billie’s hand moved from his wrist, to graze his hip and close his fingers over Tre’s suddenly-interested cock.
Tre closed his eyes and thought of all the nights he had imagined just such a move, wondering if it would ever happen again.
Billie just stood, watching Tre, reading his expression as his hand closed around his penis and his fingers brushed against his testicle.
Mike watched intently, his libido soaring right back up again as Billie calmly stood and fondled Tre.
Tre, his eyes still closed, threw his head back and sucked in a very deep breath, his chest expanding as he delighted in the touch he’d been afraid to dream about for so long.
Billie slid his eyes over to meet Mike’s and then dropped to stare pointedly at Mike’s crotch, watching his dick twitch and swell. He slowly looked up again to meet ice-blue eyes, and there was no mistaking the invitation issuing from the singer’s smoldering green gaze.
As if to emphasize his intent, Billie parted his lips and let the tip of his tongue slide over the corner of his mouth.
Mike’s cock responded with a swift jerk and he moved silently to join the other two.
But before Mike could get his arms around the both of them, Billie had pressed his mouth to Tre’s; Mike watched closely as the tip of that damnable tongue slid over and around Tre’s lips, making them glisten, making Tre gasp with pleasure.
“Mmmm,” Billie breathed in a low voice against Tre’s mouth, “I can taste you on him, Michael.” He shot another sidelong glance at Mike, his face still pressed to Tre’s, lips still parted to meet the drummer’s.
Mike closed his eyes and felt his cock strain upward, the blood draining from his head and making him dizzy.
Fuck, it was like being kids again, tentative glances and touches giving way to outright ecstasy when they were finally alone.
Mike slid a hand under Billie’s shirt and sighed at the feel of his smooth skin.
It had truly seemed like forever.
He ground his crotch into Billie’s side as Billie continued to tease Tre with his fingers, one hand between his legs and the other working its way into Tre’s mouth, fingers seeking tongues, wanting to feel everything.
Mike kept his stroking Billie’s back, bending lower to join in the kiss, three pairs of lips meeting and licking, sucking and tasting in a frenzy of sensation.
Billie seemed so calm and collected; Mike wondered if he really was that detached. It had been so long, after all.
As their tongues sucked and swirled, Mike slid his hand up and around to Billie’s chest, to rest against his heart. He kept his palm pressed there and smiled.
Yes, Billie seemed to be enjoying himself as well; his heart was hammering every bit as hard as Mike’s own. Mike ran his fingers over a soft nipple, savoring the feel of the skin as it puckered against his fingers.
“Mmmm,” Billie breathed, pressing himself against the two men. “I can taste both of you.”
His sensual statement sent Mike and Tre into overdrive, both of them now wanting the long-absent singer, every bit of him.
Tre moved backward and pulled Billie with him toward the couch.
He resisted slightly, finding himself suddenly losing control, but Mike propelled him from behind.
Before he could say a word to object, he was on his back, his clothing being removed at a rapid rate by the two gorgeous men eager to ravish him.
Billie looked up to see Mike above him, tracing his long fingers from his cheek, down along his jaw, to the top of his shirt and then down to its hem. With minimal motion, Mike had the shirt and hoodie up and over his head, while Tre sent his shoes flying and yanked his jeans down over slim hips in seconds.
Billie shivered, from anticipation or the cold, he couldn’t tell. It was December, after all.
But Mike and Tre provided immediate warmth when they crawled over him and proceeded to devour his naked body.
In times past, Billie might have protested or struggled for dominance. Perhaps it was his new-found tranquility, or perhaps he was simply in thrall to his senses; either way, Tre and Mike found his passiveness a potent aphrodisiac.
Mike held the singer’s jaw in his hand, controlling his head as he plumbed the depths of that sensuous mouth. Nibbling at his jaw, licking the outline of his full, luscious lips, tonguing his teeth and sucking his tongue into his own mouth, Mike felt his cock swell and strain against Billie’s side.
Billie could only moan softly, obeying every command Mike made with his mouth.
Tre, meanwhile, had licked and sniffed his way up from the very bottom, teasing Billie’s small feet with his tongue, smoothing his strong drummer’s hands up his calves and thighs, remaining there to squeeze and stroke before he went for the prize.
Billie gasped against Mike’s mouth, trying to grab hold of Mike - or Tre - or the couch for that matter; but Mike firmly took hold of his arms and stretched them above his head.
Loud gasps came from Billie and Mike as Mike pulled away for air, Mike pressing his face against the soft skin of the inside of Billie’s arm, chewing and teasing his way up to slender wrists. Mike nuzzled the wrists he held captive, remembering the nights he had sat in this studio and wondered if this would ever happen again.
Mike’s chest pressed against Billie’s face and he hungrily tongued smooth nipples, pulling at them with his teeth until Mike groaned with pleasure. Billie rubbed his face against Mike’s chest, loving the feel of the coarse hair there, wondering how he had managed without this for so long.
Tre interrupted the moment with a sharp bite to the pale, vulnerable skin of Billie’s thigh; the quick sting nearly lifted him off the couch, but Tre pressed him back with his greater strength.
“Easy babe,” he breathed against a soft happy trail. “Time to get you where it counts.”
With that, Tre extended his tongue and inserted it into Billie’s navel, teasing and tasting his way down to a distended cock.
Mike watched in fascination; he nodded to Tre and savored the sight of Billie arching up and crying out as the drummer swallowed him down in one fierce suck.
Billie had given himself over to his senses; his green eyes were glazed with lust and Mike felt and overwhelming surge of love as he cupped the delicate face and pressed their lips together once more.
He let go of Billie’s wrists and felt himself grow even harder as Billie reached for his cock. He caught the tattooed hand and sucked on a tattoed finger and whispered, “Not now. This is about you.”
Mike glanced down and saw Tre lower his head to eagerly mouth the base of Billie’s cock, fitting his lips over the taut skin while gently teasing the pre-come from the tip with his finger.
Mike lifted an eyebrow and Tre grinned and nodded.
Without a word between them, they quickly swapped positions and went in for the kill.
Billie gasped and blinked, uncertain of what was happening, but before he could utter a word Tre covered his mouth with the taste of his own pre-come and proceeded to suck the air from his lungs.
At the same time, Mike slid his fingers deep into his mouth, coating them well and then running them over Billie’s dripping slit for good measure.
He fixed his eyes on Billie and Tre and then carefully teased Billie’s entrance with a gentle finger.
Billie nearly shot of the couch again. He tore his mouth from Tre’s and gasped, trying to speak.
“Nuh uh,” Tre whispered, pressing light kisses to his forehead as his friend gulped in air. “Just go easy, Billie. We’ve been missing this for a long time, now.”
He watched Billie’s chest rise and fall as he sucked in air, waiting for him to get enough, and then nodded to Mike.
Mike began to slide his long middle finger into Billie’s hole, just as Tre captured Billie’s lips - and his scream.
Billie was nearly gone - completely given over to sensation and finally annihilated when Mike inserted another finger, at the same time covering his throbbing cock with his mouth.
Through Billie’s wild thrashing, Mike and Tre refused to let go. Tre pinched his nipples and grabbed his neck to keep his mouth close enough to devour.
Mike felt the tip of that precious nub of flesh and he teased it, sending Billie over the edge as his ass muscles clenched around Mike’s fingers.
Mike sucked hard and was rewarded with the pulse of hot come shooting over his tongue to the back of his throat, again and again.
God, had he ever tasted so good?
Tre held his friend tightly, his arm across his chest, loving the feel of his heart beating so wildly. He pressed one more kiss to Billie’s mouth and felt him quiver as he came, lips trembling against his own.
Neither wanted to let Billie go. Tre reluctantly released swollen lips to allow him air, but still held him tight, wanting to prolong the moment. The sight of Billie’s eyelashes fluttering in the throes of orgasm was one Tre would hold close for a very long time.
Mike let go gradually. He kept Billie’s spent prick in his mouth, letting it pulse now and again as he ever-so-slowly slid his fingers from that sweet pucker.
For many minutes, Billie seemed utterly lost to the lingering aftershocks. He gave a quiet gasp now and then, and shivered.
Tre lifted the singer’s head and slid himself under it, becoming, in effect, his pillow.
Mike reached over the back of the couch and grabbed his jacket to place over Billie; it was large enough to nearly cover him.
The three of them sat in silence, until Billie gave a huge, shuddering sigh and blinked several times.
Tre smiled and lightly brushed back his hair. “Welcome back, babe,” he said with uncharacteristic gentleness.
Mike sat with Billie’s lower limbs resting across his lap. He casually rubbed his hand up and down the length of his legs and said quietly, “Sure have missed this, guy.”
Billie sighed again and closed his eyes. “Me too, brothers. Me too.”
Tre playfully tugged his hair and said carefully, “Y’know, I wasn’t really sure if things would be the same. I mean - you know - like this.”
Billie smiled, his eyes still closed. “Well, I’ve had to give up a lot of things, but sex isn’t one of them.”
Mike met Tre’s eyes and they grinned.
Billie turned in Tre’s lap and tried to settle comfortably. Then he said, “Uh, this is nice and all, but your dick is poking me in the ear, Tre. In fact, Mike’s prick is stuck between my legs. I think we oughta see about that.”
The other two looked at each other incredulously for a second before Billie playfully chewed Tre’s cock.
“Jesus, Bill, and here we’ve been so fucking careful with you!” Tre tried to squirm away from Billie’s questing teeth.
“Fuck that shit,” Mike growled, “everything’s back to normal!” He tried to tickle Billie but the smaller man had his strong legs wrapped around Mike’s waist in a tight scissor hold.
“Dammit,” Tre cried, jerking his cock away from Billie’s imitation of a snapping turtle. “Some things never change!”