HAPPY BIRTHDAY BILLIE!
TITLE: Forty-One
AUTHOR: wiccish
PAIRING: Billie Joe/Mike/Tre
RATING: NC-17
“You okay?” Adrienne put her hand on his arm and looked at him questioningly.
Billie Joe paused a moment before he made himself smile at her. “Yeah, I’m good.”
“Sure?” She squeezed his arm before she removed her hand. His smile wasn’t entirely convincing.
He widened his smile and winked at her. “Yeah,” he said again, “I’m just going to go up to the music room for a bit. I’ll come down after people start to arrive.”
Adrienne leaned in to kiss him on the cheek and he marveled for the millionth time at how he’d managed to hang onto her all these years. Through the ups and downs and so much shit, she’d stuck it out.
The very least he could do was try to be enthused about the birthday gathering she had organized for him.
She nodded and watched him go up the stairs, a gentle smile playing at the corners of her mouth
Her fierce, intense, fragile man.
******
Billie sat in his music room, ignoring the increasing noise from the small crowd below.
Turning forty-one was vastly different from turning forty.
This year, it was an intimate gathering here at the house, just some family and super-close friends. Unlike the blow-out the previous year, kids were included. A strictly family-friendly bash.
He sighed and stood to stretch, going to the window to get some perspective before he headed downstairs. It was something he did frequently these days, to get himself grounded and centered each time he encountered an unfamiliar situation.
To get some breathing room and clear his head for what might come next. Because these days, every day brought new experiences
Perspective.
******
Adrienne opened the front door to admit Tre and Frankito, and she noticed how politely the young boy stood by his father until she told him to go ahead and find the boys. At his age, Joey would have been tearing into the house in search of fun, regardless of whose house it was.
Tre gave her a hug and looked around. Quite a switch from last year, he thought. Adrienne had almost closed the door when she heard a “Hey!”
Laughing, she pulled it open to find Mike and Britt, hands full of gifts and kids.
“Sorry!” She said laughing, helping to relieve them of their things. “Tre just arrived with Frankito; Billie’s up in his music room. Why don’t you go upstairs and drag him down to the party?”
Britt shepherded Brix and Ryan toward the back of the house as Mike found Tre and met his eyes.
Neither of them had expected any alone time with Billie Joe.
This sounded like a golden opportunity.
“Great idea!” Tre said. “I got him a rare piece of vinyl. I’ll give it to him before everyone shows up and it gets nuts!”
Smiling, Adrienne nodded toward the stairs. “I think he’d really like that. Go on up.”
Tre was just ahead of Mike as they made their way up the curving staircase. “Oh no,” he mouthed into Mike’s ear from a step above. “I’m going on down!”
“Easy guy,” Mike said, gripping Tre by the elbow, “Let’s see how he’s doing, first.”
******
Billie didn’t turn away from the window as he heard the door open quietly.
“I’ll be down in a minute, Adie. I just need - - “
His words were cut off as strong arms enveloped him from behind.
Billie was startled, but relaxed as he felt Tre’s arms go around his waist. Mike was pressed up against his side. Group hug… nice.
“How is it, Birthday Boy?” Mike asked as he stepped back slightly.
Tre’s chin rested on Billie’s shoulder from behind. “Well, he feels pretty good, Mikey,” Tre said, and to prove the point he squeezed Billie again.
Billie laughed and said, “Fine, yeah, it’s all good. I just - I guess I’m not quite ready to - -“
“I hear you,” Mike said, nodding. “But when the girls plan something, you’d better just do it.”
Billie chuckled and shrugged. “Not much else I can do, is there?”
Both Mike and Tre heard the slightly wistful note in the singer’s voice.
Yeah, there was a great deal he couldn’t do these days.
“Well, I can think of something,” Tre said playfully, his head still resting on Billie’s shoulder.
“Yeah?” Billie asked turning his head to face the drummer.
“Yeah,” Tre breathed, his lips just centimeters from Billie’s.
Mike watched them and the heat that emanated from that glance could have heated the house.
Well, then, he thought, maybe Tre was right.
Tre moved slightly and pressed his mouth to soft, full lips and Mike felt himself start to go rigid at the mere sight. God, watching Tre tease Billie’s mouth open with his tongue was fucking hot.
Wanting some of the action, Mike leaned in and began to chew on a small earlobe, savoring the scent of his friend, a soft woodsy-citrus fragrance he wore from Adrienne’s store, and a hint of an earlier cigarette. He inhaled deeply, letting the scent and sound of Tre and Billie sucking face go straight to his cock while he moved his mouth from a delicate ear, down a newly-shaven cheek and along a well-defined jawline. Billie had lost weight during his respite.
“Mmmm,” Mike growled, wanting in on the kiss, “Lemme in.”
Billie sighed as the drummer lifted his lips to allow Mike a turn. Instead, Tre fastened his lips on the frontman’s long, slim neck and chewed and toyed with his fair skin, wishing desperately that he could leave a livid bruise as evidence of his lust. To keep his mind off that lovely prospect, he slipped his hands under Billie’s shiny turquoise shirt and pulled it up.
How often did you see Billie in a dress shirt? Tre wondered distractedly as he fingered delicate nipples.
Mike continued to plumb the depth of Billie’s mouth, his lean fingers cupping his jaw, the other hand coming up to play with lengthening black tendrils.
Tre was working his way down, tonguing and sucking those lovely nipples, taking delight as the skin puckered and hardened in his mouth.
“Yumyumyum,” Tre murmured, nosing Billie Joe’s navel and making his way down a spare happy trail.
“Mmmffffunnfff,” Billie uttered, turning mouth from Mike’s to get air. “Guys,” he gasped, sucking in a lungful, “I don’t think…”
“Good,” Mike muttered, inserting his middle finger halfway down Billie’s throat. “Thinking is counter-productive.”
“Oh. Ohhhh…”
Tre had Billie’s belt undone and his pants around his feet in seconds. Mike took his finger from Billie’s mouth, ran his tongue up and down it for the singer to see and then slid it between his quivering ass cheeks.
“Oh jesus,” Billie whispered, not at all sure he was ready for this.
It was more than evident that Mike and Tre were each half of the same rhythm section; the moment Mike slid the tip of his finger into Billie’s entrance, Tre’s tongue swirled the tip of his cock, seeking his slit.
Billie felt his knees buckle.
“Easy,” Mike said, holding Billie around the waist with one hand as continued to probe his heat with his finger, “easy, babe.”
Tre moaned appreciatively as Billie’s cock jerked between his lips. Billie might not be certain he was ready, but his dick sure was.
Tre paused. “Okay, Birthday Boy, can you do this without alarming the guests, or do we need to stuff something in your mouth?”
“I got it,” Mike said, repositioning himself.
Tre watched with admiration as Mike kept Billie upright with an arm around the waist, a delicate finger up his ass and then fitted his mouth over luscious, pouty lips.
“Damn, you’re good,” Tre said, licking his lips and then moving in for the kill.
For the next several minutes, Billie squirmed and groaned, gasped and shivered, and emitted any number of small screams and cries, all of which were effectively silenced by Mike’s mouth.
Tre gripped Billie’s cock tightly, stretching achingly sensitive skin and baring his slit. He teased and tongued the tip, swirling his way around before he fastened his lips once again.
Mike turned Billie’s head slightly, made sure his mouth was covered with his own, and inserted his finger deeper into that sweet, round ass until it came in contact with the tiny piece of flesh that would send him to birthday heaven.
A strangled shriek vibrated against Mike’s lips as he worked Billie’s prostate, and he felt a shudder run the length of his slim body as he shook with the force of his orgasm.
Tre kept sucking noisily, sucking and swallowing until Billie’s legs gave out and he collapsed in Mike’s arms.
Carefully, they lowered him to the couch next to the music console and Tre grabbed a tee shirt that was draped over the arm of the desk chair. He cleaned up his friend and hoisted up his boxers and jeans.
Billie lay silently, gasping, while Mike tugged down his shiny blue shirt and tucked it into his jeans.
“Nice color,” Mike offered as he stepped back.
“Uhhnnnfffff,” was all Billie Joe could manage.
Tre moved to the desk chair and picked his gift up off the floor where he’d dropped it.
Billie continued to suck in air, his hair delightfully disheveled and his expression one of bliss.
Mike glanced at Tre and Tre winked at him.
Just then a soft tapping sounded on the other side of the door.
“Shit!” Mike quickly sat beside Billie on the couch and grabbed the box from Tre and stuck it in Billie’s hands.
“Billie?”
“Uh, yeah, hon, c’mon in,” he managed as he sat up and ran his hand through his hair.
Adrienne opened the door and peeked around it.
Mike had his arm casually slung over the back of the couch and Tre was facing the computer, fiddling with the mouse. Billie just smiled, holding the package.
“Tre give you his gift? Everyone’s waiting on you.”
“Aw, damn Adrienne, we’ve been trying to make him guess what it is!” Tre spun around in the chair and gave her a mischievous smile.
Billie just smiled “Okay, we’ll be right down. I’ll open it now. Want to see what it is?”
Adrienne shook her head. “God, there’s the door again. Don’t be too long!” She disappeared and they waited until they heard her go down the stairs.
Tre gave a low whistle. “Close call. We told her we were coming up to give you your gift.”
Billie let his head fall to the back of the couch and chuckled softly. “And what a great gift it was!”
Tre licked his lips. “Why, thank you!”
Mike laughed and said, “`Tis better to give than to receive. I must say I enjoyed that, except I now have a very uncomfortable hard-on.”
“Uh, well, me too,” Tre offered.
Billie giggled, and both Mike and Tre realized it was a sound they hadn’t heard in quite some time.
“Okay, so open it!” Tre wriggled in the chair like a ten-year-old.
Billie tore off the wrapping on the large box, only to find another, smaller box inside. He gave a quizzical glance at Tre and pulled the cover off the second box.
“Vinyl! You disguised it!”
Tre grinned wickedly and Mike leaned over to see what it was.
As Billie lifted out the black vinyl seven-inch, Mike caught sight of the label. “Holeee shit! I didn’t think that existed anymore!”
Billie held the disc reverently. “Jesus, Tre. The Boys’ Happy Days. Honest to fucking god.”
Mike nodded at Tre. “You scored, guy.”
Tre smiled smugly. “I must say, it took an awful lot of Googling and persuading. Not to mention a little help from Pat’s office.”
Billie stood and went over to Tre. “I love it. Thank you.” He kissed Tre on the lips and then did the same with Mike.
“But I have to admit, the first gift was awfully nice.”
Tre waggled his eyebrows and Mike sniggered. “Well, we better get downstairs,” he said. “We can’t be accused of hogging the guest of honor and talking shop all day.”
“Or fucking his brains out,” Tre added matter-of-factly.
Billie ran his hands through his hair and adjusted his shirt. “How do I look? Okay? Not too freshly-fucked?”
Mike looked at his friend and wished he could fuck him all over again. He had goddamned tent pole in his pants.
Well, let’s get downst - shit!” Tre looked down at himself as he stood. His cockstand was plainly visible.
“Yeah, I hear you,” Mike said ruefully while adjusting his pants. Should have worn a jacket! Fuck!
Billie stretched comfortably and smiled euphorically. “Well, good luck with that, guys,” he said as he floated out into the hall and down the stairs, singing softly to himself
AUTHOR: wiccish
PAIRING: Billie Joe/Mike/Tre
RATING: NC-17
“You okay?” Adrienne put her hand on his arm and looked at him questioningly.
Billie Joe paused a moment before he made himself smile at her. “Yeah, I’m good.”
“Sure?” She squeezed his arm before she removed her hand. His smile wasn’t entirely convincing.
He widened his smile and winked at her. “Yeah,” he said again, “I’m just going to go up to the music room for a bit. I’ll come down after people start to arrive.”
Adrienne leaned in to kiss him on the cheek and he marveled for the millionth time at how he’d managed to hang onto her all these years. Through the ups and downs and so much shit, she’d stuck it out.
The very least he could do was try to be enthused about the birthday gathering she had organized for him.
She nodded and watched him go up the stairs, a gentle smile playing at the corners of her mouth
Her fierce, intense, fragile man.
******
Billie sat in his music room, ignoring the increasing noise from the small crowd below.
Turning forty-one was vastly different from turning forty.
This year, it was an intimate gathering here at the house, just some family and super-close friends. Unlike the blow-out the previous year, kids were included. A strictly family-friendly bash.
He sighed and stood to stretch, going to the window to get some perspective before he headed downstairs. It was something he did frequently these days, to get himself grounded and centered each time he encountered an unfamiliar situation.
To get some breathing room and clear his head for what might come next. Because these days, every day brought new experiences
Perspective.
******
Adrienne opened the front door to admit Tre and Frankito, and she noticed how politely the young boy stood by his father until she told him to go ahead and find the boys. At his age, Joey would have been tearing into the house in search of fun, regardless of whose house it was.
Tre gave her a hug and looked around. Quite a switch from last year, he thought. Adrienne had almost closed the door when she heard a “Hey!”
Laughing, she pulled it open to find Mike and Britt, hands full of gifts and kids.
“Sorry!” She said laughing, helping to relieve them of their things. “Tre just arrived with Frankito; Billie’s up in his music room. Why don’t you go upstairs and drag him down to the party?”
Britt shepherded Brix and Ryan toward the back of the house as Mike found Tre and met his eyes.
Neither of them had expected any alone time with Billie Joe.
This sounded like a golden opportunity.
“Great idea!” Tre said. “I got him a rare piece of vinyl. I’ll give it to him before everyone shows up and it gets nuts!”
Smiling, Adrienne nodded toward the stairs. “I think he’d really like that. Go on up.”
Tre was just ahead of Mike as they made their way up the curving staircase. “Oh no,” he mouthed into Mike’s ear from a step above. “I’m going on down!”
“Easy guy,” Mike said, gripping Tre by the elbow, “Let’s see how he’s doing, first.”
******
Billie didn’t turn away from the window as he heard the door open quietly.
“I’ll be down in a minute, Adie. I just need - - “
His words were cut off as strong arms enveloped him from behind.
Billie was startled, but relaxed as he felt Tre’s arms go around his waist. Mike was pressed up against his side. Group hug… nice.
“How is it, Birthday Boy?” Mike asked as he stepped back slightly.
Tre’s chin rested on Billie’s shoulder from behind. “Well, he feels pretty good, Mikey,” Tre said, and to prove the point he squeezed Billie again.
Billie laughed and said, “Fine, yeah, it’s all good. I just - I guess I’m not quite ready to - -“
“I hear you,” Mike said, nodding. “But when the girls plan something, you’d better just do it.”
Billie chuckled and shrugged. “Not much else I can do, is there?”
Both Mike and Tre heard the slightly wistful note in the singer’s voice.
Yeah, there was a great deal he couldn’t do these days.
“Well, I can think of something,” Tre said playfully, his head still resting on Billie’s shoulder.
“Yeah?” Billie asked turning his head to face the drummer.
“Yeah,” Tre breathed, his lips just centimeters from Billie’s.
Mike watched them and the heat that emanated from that glance could have heated the house.
Well, then, he thought, maybe Tre was right.
Tre moved slightly and pressed his mouth to soft, full lips and Mike felt himself start to go rigid at the mere sight. God, watching Tre tease Billie’s mouth open with his tongue was fucking hot.
Wanting some of the action, Mike leaned in and began to chew on a small earlobe, savoring the scent of his friend, a soft woodsy-citrus fragrance he wore from Adrienne’s store, and a hint of an earlier cigarette. He inhaled deeply, letting the scent and sound of Tre and Billie sucking face go straight to his cock while he moved his mouth from a delicate ear, down a newly-shaven cheek and along a well-defined jawline. Billie had lost weight during his respite.
“Mmmm,” Mike growled, wanting in on the kiss, “Lemme in.”
Billie sighed as the drummer lifted his lips to allow Mike a turn. Instead, Tre fastened his lips on the frontman’s long, slim neck and chewed and toyed with his fair skin, wishing desperately that he could leave a livid bruise as evidence of his lust. To keep his mind off that lovely prospect, he slipped his hands under Billie’s shiny turquoise shirt and pulled it up.
How often did you see Billie in a dress shirt? Tre wondered distractedly as he fingered delicate nipples.
Mike continued to plumb the depth of Billie’s mouth, his lean fingers cupping his jaw, the other hand coming up to play with lengthening black tendrils.
Tre was working his way down, tonguing and sucking those lovely nipples, taking delight as the skin puckered and hardened in his mouth.
“Yumyumyum,” Tre murmured, nosing Billie Joe’s navel and making his way down a spare happy trail.
“Mmmffffunnfff,” Billie uttered, turning mouth from Mike’s to get air. “Guys,” he gasped, sucking in a lungful, “I don’t think…”
“Good,” Mike muttered, inserting his middle finger halfway down Billie’s throat. “Thinking is counter-productive.”
“Oh. Ohhhh…”
Tre had Billie’s belt undone and his pants around his feet in seconds. Mike took his finger from Billie’s mouth, ran his tongue up and down it for the singer to see and then slid it between his quivering ass cheeks.
“Oh jesus,” Billie whispered, not at all sure he was ready for this.
It was more than evident that Mike and Tre were each half of the same rhythm section; the moment Mike slid the tip of his finger into Billie’s entrance, Tre’s tongue swirled the tip of his cock, seeking his slit.
Billie felt his knees buckle.
“Easy,” Mike said, holding Billie around the waist with one hand as continued to probe his heat with his finger, “easy, babe.”
Tre moaned appreciatively as Billie’s cock jerked between his lips. Billie might not be certain he was ready, but his dick sure was.
Tre paused. “Okay, Birthday Boy, can you do this without alarming the guests, or do we need to stuff something in your mouth?”
“I got it,” Mike said, repositioning himself.
Tre watched with admiration as Mike kept Billie upright with an arm around the waist, a delicate finger up his ass and then fitted his mouth over luscious, pouty lips.
“Damn, you’re good,” Tre said, licking his lips and then moving in for the kill.
For the next several minutes, Billie squirmed and groaned, gasped and shivered, and emitted any number of small screams and cries, all of which were effectively silenced by Mike’s mouth.
Tre gripped Billie’s cock tightly, stretching achingly sensitive skin and baring his slit. He teased and tongued the tip, swirling his way around before he fastened his lips once again.
Mike turned Billie’s head slightly, made sure his mouth was covered with his own, and inserted his finger deeper into that sweet, round ass until it came in contact with the tiny piece of flesh that would send him to birthday heaven.
A strangled shriek vibrated against Mike’s lips as he worked Billie’s prostate, and he felt a shudder run the length of his slim body as he shook with the force of his orgasm.
Tre kept sucking noisily, sucking and swallowing until Billie’s legs gave out and he collapsed in Mike’s arms.
Carefully, they lowered him to the couch next to the music console and Tre grabbed a tee shirt that was draped over the arm of the desk chair. He cleaned up his friend and hoisted up his boxers and jeans.
Billie lay silently, gasping, while Mike tugged down his shiny blue shirt and tucked it into his jeans.
“Nice color,” Mike offered as he stepped back.
“Uhhnnnfffff,” was all Billie Joe could manage.
Tre moved to the desk chair and picked his gift up off the floor where he’d dropped it.
Billie continued to suck in air, his hair delightfully disheveled and his expression one of bliss.
Mike glanced at Tre and Tre winked at him.
Just then a soft tapping sounded on the other side of the door.
“Shit!” Mike quickly sat beside Billie on the couch and grabbed the box from Tre and stuck it in Billie’s hands.
“Billie?”
“Uh, yeah, hon, c’mon in,” he managed as he sat up and ran his hand through his hair.
Adrienne opened the door and peeked around it.
Mike had his arm casually slung over the back of the couch and Tre was facing the computer, fiddling with the mouse. Billie just smiled, holding the package.
“Tre give you his gift? Everyone’s waiting on you.”
“Aw, damn Adrienne, we’ve been trying to make him guess what it is!” Tre spun around in the chair and gave her a mischievous smile.
Billie just smiled “Okay, we’ll be right down. I’ll open it now. Want to see what it is?”
Adrienne shook her head. “God, there’s the door again. Don’t be too long!” She disappeared and they waited until they heard her go down the stairs.
Tre gave a low whistle. “Close call. We told her we were coming up to give you your gift.”
Billie let his head fall to the back of the couch and chuckled softly. “And what a great gift it was!”
Tre licked his lips. “Why, thank you!”
Mike laughed and said, “`Tis better to give than to receive. I must say I enjoyed that, except I now have a very uncomfortable hard-on.”
“Uh, well, me too,” Tre offered.
Billie giggled, and both Mike and Tre realized it was a sound they hadn’t heard in quite some time.
“Okay, so open it!” Tre wriggled in the chair like a ten-year-old.
Billie tore off the wrapping on the large box, only to find another, smaller box inside. He gave a quizzical glance at Tre and pulled the cover off the second box.
“Vinyl! You disguised it!”
Tre grinned wickedly and Mike leaned over to see what it was.
As Billie lifted out the black vinyl seven-inch, Mike caught sight of the label. “Holeee shit! I didn’t think that existed anymore!”
Billie held the disc reverently. “Jesus, Tre. The Boys’ Happy Days. Honest to fucking god.”
Mike nodded at Tre. “You scored, guy.”
Tre smiled smugly. “I must say, it took an awful lot of Googling and persuading. Not to mention a little help from Pat’s office.”
Billie stood and went over to Tre. “I love it. Thank you.” He kissed Tre on the lips and then did the same with Mike.
“But I have to admit, the first gift was awfully nice.”
Tre waggled his eyebrows and Mike sniggered. “Well, we better get downstairs,” he said. “We can’t be accused of hogging the guest of honor and talking shop all day.”
“Or fucking his brains out,” Tre added matter-of-factly.
Billie ran his hands through his hair and adjusted his shirt. “How do I look? Okay? Not too freshly-fucked?”
Mike looked at his friend and wished he could fuck him all over again. He had goddamned tent pole in his pants.
Well, let’s get downst - shit!” Tre looked down at himself as he stood. His cockstand was plainly visible.
“Yeah, I hear you,” Mike said ruefully while adjusting his pants. Should have worn a jacket! Fuck!
Billie stretched comfortably and smiled euphorically. “Well, good luck with that, guys,” he said as he floated out into the hall and down the stairs, singing softly to himself