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TITLE: Brisbane (1/2)
AUTHOR: wiccish
PAIRING: Billie Joe/Mike
Brisbane, 22 February, 2014
Mike glanced to his right, to see what Billie was up to. Ever since the surprise show the night before for a lucky 200 fans (in a miniscule hotel ballroom in Sydney), Billie had been… weird.
Not bad weird, just weird weird. He’d been eying Mike on the tiny stage, getting close, brushing up against him and making snarky expressions.
Now, the old Billie, the one who put away a six pack of beer prior to hitting the stage, that Billie would have indulged in these kinds of oddball antics. While the crowd had always loved it, the rest of the band had grown accustomed to worrying about what was going to happen next, trying to keep one step ahead and wondering if the show would be a success or a disaster.
To Billie’s credit, it had always been a success, even if they weren’t on speaking terms after the show. Like after Shepherd’s Bush, Mike thought with a shudder. The crowd had loved the show but the undercurrent of resentment and anger on Billie’s part had nearly brought the tour to a shuddering halt.
Instead, it happened shortly thereafter, in Las Vegas. That had been the end ofUno! Dos! and Tre!, a painstaking labor of love that was dead on arrival.
The bassist shook his head wildly to clear it and took a leap off an amp. A roar of approval sounded but when he looked over to Billie again, there was that strange, speculative look in his green eyes.
Wtf?
Billie lowered his head over his guitar, letting damp curls obscure his face for a moment as he picked out the beginning of East Jesus Nowhere. Mike kept watching him and when the guitarist glanced up, it was with an undeniable smirk.
Mike gave a quick glance back to Tre to see if he noticed the weirdness. Tre tilted his head and shrugged.
Something was going on with Billie.
Now Mike was wary. Not the best way to start off Soundwave, in his opinion.
He decided to keep his mind on the music and forget about it. Nothing he could do right now except keep playing.
When Holiday came up, Mike nearly smacked the strings right off his bass. He was glistening with sweat, his arm muscles tense and bulging with the effort.
Billie had just done “The representative from Brisbane has the floor!” Mike looked over to his right once more and goddam it! - Billie was just standing there, fixating on him, eyes narrowed, his mouth half open. He let Tre and Mike pound it out a good thirty seconds before launching into “Seig Heil to the President Gasman….”
Fuck it!
Mike swung left and right, lunged forward and spun around, all the while keeping perfect time for his fucking weird-ass frontman. He hadn’t had to dance around Billie’s shit for over a year, and he didn’t want to start now.
For the rest of the show he avoided eye contact, and only watched his friend from beneath his lashes to make sure they were in synch and in time.
******
It was getting near the end of the show. They’d just finished the King for a Daymedley and Mike took a deep breath to prepare himself for Minority. He gave a quick glance to Billie and shit, he was at it again.
Billie’s lips curved in a slow smile that wasn’t lost on the other members of the band. Freese raised his eyebrows and Whitey just looked down at his feet. Tre gave a little ba-dum-dum and Mike practically glared at his friend.
The dark, wavy hair was dripping with sweat, curling into ringlets that circled his face. It reminded Mike of back in the day, when they were just kids, and….
“I’m the son of rage and love - -“
Mike was barely aware that the song had started. He was on autopilot.
When they got offstage, Mike was going to grab Billie Joe by the arm and ask him what the fuck he thinks he is playing at now.
Goddamit.
******
Last song of the first encore. As they prepared to play We are the Champions(which they hadn’t played in a very long time), Mike kept his eyes averted and refused to give the aggravating little shit so much as a glance. He was thoroughly pissed off.
Billie was beside him before he knew it. Mike’s eyes widened as he took in the dark shirt clinging to his small frame, the rivulets of sweat dripping down the sides of his face and the dewy drops of perspiration clinging to his eyelashes as Billie leaned in.
Over all the noise and concert odors of dust, smoke and sweat, Mike inhaled and recognized an intoxicating scent. A long-extinguished cigarette, the clinging smell of hair product and a subtler whiff of some earthy cologne.
It was the essence of Billie.
Now the guy’s face was pressed alongside his cheek, and Mike slowly closed his eyes as he felt his friend’s full lips graze his ear.
“Right after this,” Billie said clearly, his voice dropping to a sexy growl, “I’m gonna suck you dry.”
******
How had he managed to get through that Queen classic?
Mike had no idea. He succeeded in getting offstage, wiped his face on a readily proffered towel, and nodded and smiled at all the comments and pats on the back.
What did Billie Joe think he was doing?
Maybe he was just joking around, but Mike wasn’t in the mood.
He headed backstage along the row of small trailers set up for the bands behind the outdoor stage, and looked left and right, determined to have it out.
Out of nowhere, he was pulled into one of the trailers and the door slammed shut. He whirled around to see who had accosted him, only to find himself looking down into wide, mischievous eyes,
******
“What the hell is your problem?” Mike’s voice was a low, angry hiss.
Billie opened his mouth to speak, but the trailer was pounded from the outside. “Yo, I think I saw the Green Day guys go in here!” Another thud sounded on the metal siding.
“Shut the fuck up, we’re fucking!” Billie shouted in return.
Mike barely suppressed his anger. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He was well aware that they could easily be heard unless they spoke in a whisper.
“Yes?” he hissed quietly. “You wanted a word with me?”
Billie reached up and put his arms around Mike’s neck, pulling him down to his level. “No. I want you.” He slid the tip of his tongue along the outer edge of Mike’s ear.
The bassist shivered, in spite of himself.
“Come on,” Billie whispered seductively. I miss you, Michael,”
He had never been able to resist those wide green eyes. Why the fuck should he start now?
Billie fitted himself against the taller man perfectly, grinding the large skull belt buckle right into Mike’s rock-like cock.
He pulled Mike’s head down again and pressed moist lips to his ear. “Let’s do this,” he panted, his hot breath making Mike shiver with need.
He pulled away abruptly and whispered, “See you on the bus!”
Billie Joe was out the door in a matter of seconds and Mike was left to consider the best way conceal his raging hard on.
Damn, and damn again! Was he really going to do this?
How could he not?
After a bit of adjustment in his jeans, he headed out the door of the trailer.
“That was some quick fucking, dude,” some guy from another band said in a droll voice.
Mike affected a dejected look. ‘Yeah, well, we’re not as young as we used to be. Great set, by the way.” He moved away without waiting for a reply.
“Thanks,” the guy said. “Nice compliment. We play tomorrow.”
******
Mike took his time, as well as a circuitous route to the area where the tour vehicles were parked. It was completely quiet; no one was back on the busses yet.
He pushed open the door, ready to further castigate his bandmate before he caved to his carnal instincts but as soon as he got up the steps he was grabbed from behind.
Billie Joe spun him around and held him in a tight embrace, his head against Mike’s chest, his breath coming quick.
“God, I’ve missed you.”
Mike let his arms go around the slight shoulders and suddenly he didn’t feel quite so angry. Billie remained still, holding him, getting his breath. He must have run all the way to the bus, Mike thought; he could feel his heart beating a tattoo against his chest.
Finally, Mike pulled away and looked down at his friend.
Enormous green eyes fringed by lush lashes and smudged eyeliner. A sensuous sheen of sweat that made his skin seem to glow. Lips parted and a general sense of anticipation made him impossible to resist.
Mike heaved a huge sigh and looked down at his friend.
“You okay? With this, I mean?”
Billie’s quick, crooked smile told him everything he needed to know.
“I started it, didn’t I?” The tip of his tongue darted out to run over his lower lip. That sensuous, sumptuously full bottom lip.
“Well fuck,” Mike growled, “You did. You started it. Let’s finish.”
He pulled the smaller man into another embrace, fitted his mouth against luscious softness and pressed the smaller man’s mouth open to get at that tongue, teasing, sucking and moaning all the while.
Billie Joe leaned against him, forcing him to shuffle backward until he came up against the cushioned bench seat and fell back against it.
Mike looked down at the tangled mass of curls as his friend bent intently over his belt buckle, quickly undoing it and whipping it through the loops of his jeans.
He groaned impatiently as it snagged and Mike obligingly lifted his hips.
The intensity of Billie’s scrutiny made him catch his breath as he imagined what was in store.
The zipper was down and the waistband of his jeans and shorts were at knee level when the singer looked up, mouth half-open, lips glistening.
“Dry, Michael. I am going to drain you dry.”
Billie’s mouth went down over his cock so forcefully that Mike’s vision disappeared and all it was all he could do to keep from screaming his name.
His tip was stabbing the back of the singer’s throat, over and over as full lips tightened around him. Mike feared he was going to come prematurely; his cock was throbbing so painfully, he had to blow soon.
But Billie hadn’t forgotten how to handle him and he eased off with a resoundingsmack! and lowered his head further to nibble kisses around the base of his massive girth, stroking all the while.
“J-jesus, Beej, I -“
Billie Joe grinned at him and gave a long lick to his cock before he slid up to murmur against his lips, “Good to know I still got it.”
Mike felt like he was turning to Jell-O. Billie pressed against him, the belt buckle now rubbing against the sensitive skin of his cock, and he used his fingers to press open Mike’s lips.
He took the upper lip between his teeth, gnawing gently, and slowly breathed his name.
“Mike. Michael. It’s been a while since we did it on a bus.”
Mike groaned loudly, memories of earlier, dirtier times flooding his mind and making his cock even harder. Visions of a very young Billie Joe, naked and willing, his dreadlocks spilling over his lap as he sucked him the back of the Bookmobile.
Or hitting a curve on an icy road one night in Pennsylvania, sending them rolling across the narrow floor, the impact waking Tre and causing him to join in.
So many memories, each more sensuous than the next, and - -
”JesusfuckingchristBillie!”
The churning low in his ut told Mike he was about to come but that unbelievable little bastard lifted his head and stopped his grinding and grinned lasciviously.
“Oh. Ohmygod. Oh man, oh man - - “
Mike ground his teeth in frustration as Billie stood, leaving his cock to throb painfully in the open air. The little tease casually peeled off his sweat-soaked shirt to reveal his slim frame. He left on his jeans, the belt hanging ridiculously low from narrow hips and stood for a moment, eyeing his friend as though he were his next meal.
“I’m starving for you,” Billie said in a half-whisper. He slowly got down on his knees before Mike and took his twitching, pulsating cock in both his hands.
The sight of inked fingers circling his penis was about to make Mike lose his load; a last look upward from beneath those lashes and then Billie Joe leaned in to fasten his mouth onto Mike’s length.
His cheeks caved in as he sucked and his tongue flitted around the head, causing Mike to clutch his fingers in matted curls. Then Billie slid his hand up Mike’s chest to pinch an erect nipple and gloried in the sound of Mike’s hoarse shout as he went off.
He sucked and swallowed, over and over, gripping Mike’s cock as he writhed with the force of his orgasm.
The sensation of Mike going off in his mouth made Billie’s own penis swell uncomfortably, and he redoubled his efforts to get every last drop.
Mike’s hands slid from his hair and he lay quivering, his entire body reverberating like a ready-to-snap guitar string. Billie gave one last plunge, fitting his lips over the nearly-spent cock and then looked up slowly, consciously letting a few drops escape from the corner of his mouth.
Mike opened his eyes to an exquisite sight: a tousled mess of tangled raven curls above lust-glazed eyes, and a pearly drop of come leaking from swollen, red lips.
He tried to draw a deep breath, but Mike could only sigh and murmur, “Beej.”
His partner in bus-sex responded with a crooked, uncertain grin, hoping he had bestowed as much pleasure as he’d taken from the encounter.
Mike lifted a weary hand cupped a now-stubbled chin in his hand. He brushed away the bit of come with his thumb, but Billie caught his hand and guided it between his lips. He noisily sucked the tiny bit from Mike’s thumb and then nibbled it a bit.
Managing to get his breath, Mike leaned forward to see how their exertions had affected Billie’s sweet dick. Judging by the very evident bulge in his tight jeans, Billie was ready for some reciprocation.
Mike sighed again. How great was it that they had this time, alone together in the bus, without anyone or anything to interrupt them….
“Oh FUCK!” Mike exclaimed, sitting upright. His jeans and boxer briefs were still around his knees. “What time is it?”
Billie blinked and felt his heart sink. He had the feeling he was about to be abandoned, unrelieved. “Don’t know,” he said, shaking his head.
“Oh man, oh fuck, where’s my phone?” Mike stood, nearly toppled over, pulled up his pants and patted around the bench for his phone.
Upon seeing it, he cried, “Oh JESUS! I’m gonna barely make it! I promised I’d pick up Britt at the airport and that we’d have dinner, just the two of us!”
"Lovely," Billie thought.
He looked around helplessly, reaching for his jacket to throw over his jizzed-on shirt. “Oh man, oh shit, I don’t even have time to rinse off! Eddie said he’d have the driver waiting for me at the exit, like… FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO! Aaaaagh!”
Billie still sat on the floor, his chin in his hand, calmly watching his friend lose it. If there was one thing he understood, it having to dance quickly where spouses were concerned. Unfortunately for him, Adrienne wasn’t able to come down for Soundwave.
Mike paused at the door of the bus, then ran back and dropped to his knees before his friend.
“Billie - Beej - you know I’ll make it up to you, right? I - I never imagined this might happen and I never thought that... Billie, say something!”
Billie Joe gave him an unconvincing smile and said, “You’d better get going.”
“Fuck!” Mike got up, then got back down again to Billie’s level. He took his head in both his hands and said, “You know I am going to make this up to you, right?”
Billie smiled affably (which was not a good sign) and nodded. “Sure. It’ll be fun.”
“Aw, fuck, arrrrgh!” Mike pressed a searing kiss to lips just begging for it, and swore, “I will more than make this up to you. You know I will!”
Billie nodded and said, “Better get going dude. You’re already late.”
Mike made it to the door and looked back at his friend, who remained with his chin propped in his hand,
“I promise, Beej!”
Bilie nodded sagely and waved Mike on his way. “Tell Britt I said hi.”
Mike growled and stopped to sniff at himself. “Man, I reek of sex.”
Billie Joe concealed a grin and said, “Happens.”
AUTHOR: wiccish
PAIRING: Billie Joe/Mike
Brisbane, 22 February, 2014
Mike glanced to his right, to see what Billie was up to. Ever since the surprise show the night before for a lucky 200 fans (in a miniscule hotel ballroom in Sydney), Billie had been… weird.
Not bad weird, just weird weird. He’d been eying Mike on the tiny stage, getting close, brushing up against him and making snarky expressions.
Now, the old Billie, the one who put away a six pack of beer prior to hitting the stage, that Billie would have indulged in these kinds of oddball antics. While the crowd had always loved it, the rest of the band had grown accustomed to worrying about what was going to happen next, trying to keep one step ahead and wondering if the show would be a success or a disaster.
To Billie’s credit, it had always been a success, even if they weren’t on speaking terms after the show. Like after Shepherd’s Bush, Mike thought with a shudder. The crowd had loved the show but the undercurrent of resentment and anger on Billie’s part had nearly brought the tour to a shuddering halt.
Instead, it happened shortly thereafter, in Las Vegas. That had been the end ofUno! Dos! and Tre!, a painstaking labor of love that was dead on arrival.
The bassist shook his head wildly to clear it and took a leap off an amp. A roar of approval sounded but when he looked over to Billie again, there was that strange, speculative look in his green eyes.
Wtf?
Billie lowered his head over his guitar, letting damp curls obscure his face for a moment as he picked out the beginning of East Jesus Nowhere. Mike kept watching him and when the guitarist glanced up, it was with an undeniable smirk.
Mike gave a quick glance back to Tre to see if he noticed the weirdness. Tre tilted his head and shrugged.
Something was going on with Billie.
Now Mike was wary. Not the best way to start off Soundwave, in his opinion.
He decided to keep his mind on the music and forget about it. Nothing he could do right now except keep playing.
When Holiday came up, Mike nearly smacked the strings right off his bass. He was glistening with sweat, his arm muscles tense and bulging with the effort.
Billie had just done “The representative from Brisbane has the floor!” Mike looked over to his right once more and goddam it! - Billie was just standing there, fixating on him, eyes narrowed, his mouth half open. He let Tre and Mike pound it out a good thirty seconds before launching into “Seig Heil to the President Gasman….”
Fuck it!
Mike swung left and right, lunged forward and spun around, all the while keeping perfect time for his fucking weird-ass frontman. He hadn’t had to dance around Billie’s shit for over a year, and he didn’t want to start now.
For the rest of the show he avoided eye contact, and only watched his friend from beneath his lashes to make sure they were in synch and in time.
******
It was getting near the end of the show. They’d just finished the King for a Daymedley and Mike took a deep breath to prepare himself for Minority. He gave a quick glance to Billie and shit, he was at it again.
Billie’s lips curved in a slow smile that wasn’t lost on the other members of the band. Freese raised his eyebrows and Whitey just looked down at his feet. Tre gave a little ba-dum-dum and Mike practically glared at his friend.
The dark, wavy hair was dripping with sweat, curling into ringlets that circled his face. It reminded Mike of back in the day, when they were just kids, and….
“I’m the son of rage and love - -“
Mike was barely aware that the song had started. He was on autopilot.
When they got offstage, Mike was going to grab Billie Joe by the arm and ask him what the fuck he thinks he is playing at now.
Goddamit.
******
Last song of the first encore. As they prepared to play We are the Champions(which they hadn’t played in a very long time), Mike kept his eyes averted and refused to give the aggravating little shit so much as a glance. He was thoroughly pissed off.
Billie was beside him before he knew it. Mike’s eyes widened as he took in the dark shirt clinging to his small frame, the rivulets of sweat dripping down the sides of his face and the dewy drops of perspiration clinging to his eyelashes as Billie leaned in.
Over all the noise and concert odors of dust, smoke and sweat, Mike inhaled and recognized an intoxicating scent. A long-extinguished cigarette, the clinging smell of hair product and a subtler whiff of some earthy cologne.
It was the essence of Billie.
Now the guy’s face was pressed alongside his cheek, and Mike slowly closed his eyes as he felt his friend’s full lips graze his ear.
“Right after this,” Billie said clearly, his voice dropping to a sexy growl, “I’m gonna suck you dry.”
******
How had he managed to get through that Queen classic?
Mike had no idea. He succeeded in getting offstage, wiped his face on a readily proffered towel, and nodded and smiled at all the comments and pats on the back.
What did Billie Joe think he was doing?
Maybe he was just joking around, but Mike wasn’t in the mood.
He headed backstage along the row of small trailers set up for the bands behind the outdoor stage, and looked left and right, determined to have it out.
Out of nowhere, he was pulled into one of the trailers and the door slammed shut. He whirled around to see who had accosted him, only to find himself looking down into wide, mischievous eyes,
******
“What the hell is your problem?” Mike’s voice was a low, angry hiss.
Billie opened his mouth to speak, but the trailer was pounded from the outside. “Yo, I think I saw the Green Day guys go in here!” Another thud sounded on the metal siding.
“Shut the fuck up, we’re fucking!” Billie shouted in return.
Mike barely suppressed his anger. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He was well aware that they could easily be heard unless they spoke in a whisper.
“Yes?” he hissed quietly. “You wanted a word with me?”
Billie reached up and put his arms around Mike’s neck, pulling him down to his level. “No. I want you.” He slid the tip of his tongue along the outer edge of Mike’s ear.
The bassist shivered, in spite of himself.
“Come on,” Billie whispered seductively. I miss you, Michael,”
He had never been able to resist those wide green eyes. Why the fuck should he start now?
Billie fitted himself against the taller man perfectly, grinding the large skull belt buckle right into Mike’s rock-like cock.
He pulled Mike’s head down again and pressed moist lips to his ear. “Let’s do this,” he panted, his hot breath making Mike shiver with need.
He pulled away abruptly and whispered, “See you on the bus!”
Billie Joe was out the door in a matter of seconds and Mike was left to consider the best way conceal his raging hard on.
Damn, and damn again! Was he really going to do this?
How could he not?
After a bit of adjustment in his jeans, he headed out the door of the trailer.
“That was some quick fucking, dude,” some guy from another band said in a droll voice.
Mike affected a dejected look. ‘Yeah, well, we’re not as young as we used to be. Great set, by the way.” He moved away without waiting for a reply.
“Thanks,” the guy said. “Nice compliment. We play tomorrow.”
******
Mike took his time, as well as a circuitous route to the area where the tour vehicles were parked. It was completely quiet; no one was back on the busses yet.
He pushed open the door, ready to further castigate his bandmate before he caved to his carnal instincts but as soon as he got up the steps he was grabbed from behind.
Billie Joe spun him around and held him in a tight embrace, his head against Mike’s chest, his breath coming quick.
“God, I’ve missed you.”
Mike let his arms go around the slight shoulders and suddenly he didn’t feel quite so angry. Billie remained still, holding him, getting his breath. He must have run all the way to the bus, Mike thought; he could feel his heart beating a tattoo against his chest.
Finally, Mike pulled away and looked down at his friend.
Enormous green eyes fringed by lush lashes and smudged eyeliner. A sensuous sheen of sweat that made his skin seem to glow. Lips parted and a general sense of anticipation made him impossible to resist.
Mike heaved a huge sigh and looked down at his friend.
“You okay? With this, I mean?”
Billie’s quick, crooked smile told him everything he needed to know.
“I started it, didn’t I?” The tip of his tongue darted out to run over his lower lip. That sensuous, sumptuously full bottom lip.
“Well fuck,” Mike growled, “You did. You started it. Let’s finish.”
He pulled the smaller man into another embrace, fitted his mouth against luscious softness and pressed the smaller man’s mouth open to get at that tongue, teasing, sucking and moaning all the while.
Billie Joe leaned against him, forcing him to shuffle backward until he came up against the cushioned bench seat and fell back against it.
Mike looked down at the tangled mass of curls as his friend bent intently over his belt buckle, quickly undoing it and whipping it through the loops of his jeans.
He groaned impatiently as it snagged and Mike obligingly lifted his hips.
The intensity of Billie’s scrutiny made him catch his breath as he imagined what was in store.
The zipper was down and the waistband of his jeans and shorts were at knee level when the singer looked up, mouth half-open, lips glistening.
“Dry, Michael. I am going to drain you dry.”
Billie’s mouth went down over his cock so forcefully that Mike’s vision disappeared and all it was all he could do to keep from screaming his name.
His tip was stabbing the back of the singer’s throat, over and over as full lips tightened around him. Mike feared he was going to come prematurely; his cock was throbbing so painfully, he had to blow soon.
But Billie hadn’t forgotten how to handle him and he eased off with a resoundingsmack! and lowered his head further to nibble kisses around the base of his massive girth, stroking all the while.
“J-jesus, Beej, I -“
Billie Joe grinned at him and gave a long lick to his cock before he slid up to murmur against his lips, “Good to know I still got it.”
Mike felt like he was turning to Jell-O. Billie pressed against him, the belt buckle now rubbing against the sensitive skin of his cock, and he used his fingers to press open Mike’s lips.
He took the upper lip between his teeth, gnawing gently, and slowly breathed his name.
“Mike. Michael. It’s been a while since we did it on a bus.”
Mike groaned loudly, memories of earlier, dirtier times flooding his mind and making his cock even harder. Visions of a very young Billie Joe, naked and willing, his dreadlocks spilling over his lap as he sucked him the back of the Bookmobile.
Or hitting a curve on an icy road one night in Pennsylvania, sending them rolling across the narrow floor, the impact waking Tre and causing him to join in.
So many memories, each more sensuous than the next, and - -
”JesusfuckingchristBillie!”
The churning low in his ut told Mike he was about to come but that unbelievable little bastard lifted his head and stopped his grinding and grinned lasciviously.
“Oh. Ohmygod. Oh man, oh man - - “
Mike ground his teeth in frustration as Billie stood, leaving his cock to throb painfully in the open air. The little tease casually peeled off his sweat-soaked shirt to reveal his slim frame. He left on his jeans, the belt hanging ridiculously low from narrow hips and stood for a moment, eyeing his friend as though he were his next meal.
“I’m starving for you,” Billie said in a half-whisper. He slowly got down on his knees before Mike and took his twitching, pulsating cock in both his hands.
The sight of inked fingers circling his penis was about to make Mike lose his load; a last look upward from beneath those lashes and then Billie Joe leaned in to fasten his mouth onto Mike’s length.
His cheeks caved in as he sucked and his tongue flitted around the head, causing Mike to clutch his fingers in matted curls. Then Billie slid his hand up Mike’s chest to pinch an erect nipple and gloried in the sound of Mike’s hoarse shout as he went off.
He sucked and swallowed, over and over, gripping Mike’s cock as he writhed with the force of his orgasm.
The sensation of Mike going off in his mouth made Billie’s own penis swell uncomfortably, and he redoubled his efforts to get every last drop.
Mike’s hands slid from his hair and he lay quivering, his entire body reverberating like a ready-to-snap guitar string. Billie gave one last plunge, fitting his lips over the nearly-spent cock and then looked up slowly, consciously letting a few drops escape from the corner of his mouth.
Mike opened his eyes to an exquisite sight: a tousled mess of tangled raven curls above lust-glazed eyes, and a pearly drop of come leaking from swollen, red lips.
He tried to draw a deep breath, but Mike could only sigh and murmur, “Beej.”
His partner in bus-sex responded with a crooked, uncertain grin, hoping he had bestowed as much pleasure as he’d taken from the encounter.
Mike lifted a weary hand cupped a now-stubbled chin in his hand. He brushed away the bit of come with his thumb, but Billie caught his hand and guided it between his lips. He noisily sucked the tiny bit from Mike’s thumb and then nibbled it a bit.
Managing to get his breath, Mike leaned forward to see how their exertions had affected Billie’s sweet dick. Judging by the very evident bulge in his tight jeans, Billie was ready for some reciprocation.
Mike sighed again. How great was it that they had this time, alone together in the bus, without anyone or anything to interrupt them….
“Oh FUCK!” Mike exclaimed, sitting upright. His jeans and boxer briefs were still around his knees. “What time is it?”
Billie blinked and felt his heart sink. He had the feeling he was about to be abandoned, unrelieved. “Don’t know,” he said, shaking his head.
“Oh man, oh fuck, where’s my phone?” Mike stood, nearly toppled over, pulled up his pants and patted around the bench for his phone.
Upon seeing it, he cried, “Oh JESUS! I’m gonna barely make it! I promised I’d pick up Britt at the airport and that we’d have dinner, just the two of us!”
"Lovely," Billie thought.
He looked around helplessly, reaching for his jacket to throw over his jizzed-on shirt. “Oh man, oh shit, I don’t even have time to rinse off! Eddie said he’d have the driver waiting for me at the exit, like… FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO! Aaaaagh!”
Billie still sat on the floor, his chin in his hand, calmly watching his friend lose it. If there was one thing he understood, it having to dance quickly where spouses were concerned. Unfortunately for him, Adrienne wasn’t able to come down for Soundwave.
Mike paused at the door of the bus, then ran back and dropped to his knees before his friend.
“Billie - Beej - you know I’ll make it up to you, right? I - I never imagined this might happen and I never thought that... Billie, say something!”
Billie Joe gave him an unconvincing smile and said, “You’d better get going.”
“Fuck!” Mike got up, then got back down again to Billie’s level. He took his head in both his hands and said, “You know I am going to make this up to you, right?”
Billie smiled affably (which was not a good sign) and nodded. “Sure. It’ll be fun.”
“Aw, fuck, arrrrgh!” Mike pressed a searing kiss to lips just begging for it, and swore, “I will more than make this up to you. You know I will!”
Billie nodded and said, “Better get going dude. You’re already late.”
Mike made it to the door and looked back at his friend, who remained with his chin propped in his hand,
“I promise, Beej!”
Bilie nodded sagely and waved Mike on his way. “Tell Britt I said hi.”
Mike growled and stopped to sniff at himself. “Man, I reek of sex.”
Billie Joe concealed a grin and said, “Happens.”