Hello!
Hey, I'm new here so I might as well introduce myself. ^_^ My name is Krista, I'm from the US (New York, not the city) and I LIVE for writing slash! Especially Billie/Mike slash... It's my drug. So anyway, yeah I'm a pretty sweet kid so, I'll be generous and post a story along with my 1st post.
I've also written a bunch of crap at GDSlash.net and at Coming Clean. ♥
Title: In An Airplane Above The Skies
Author: Me - Foeniyx ♥
Rating: R
Pairing: Duh, my OTP! ♥
Disclaimer: Don't own these two fine men, so don't sue me! ^_^
We got a private jet to our next show, a few days away. I thought it was going to be a little bit funner than I intended, but obviously not. We went through some turbulence and we couldn't have any cell phones on, any electronics on - nothing. So basically we had to sit there and stare out the window and listen to the pilot and the co-pilots talk.
Tré was already sleeping (what a surprise), so it was just me and Mike, who was desperately trying to stay awake by propping up his elbow against the window. Turned out, that wasn't the most effective way of trying to stay awake, since every so often I would hear a thud; he had fallen asleep and his elbow had slipped off the window. It got a little annoying after a while, so I finally decided to lightly elbow him in the gut after the 5th time.
He looked at me, and he looked pissed, yet at the same time, he looked exhausted. He just glared at me before finding a different position to sleep in; he slid down in his seat and crossed his arms before letting out a sigh and closing his eyes for the millionth time in that hour. I too, tried to find a comfortable position, but since there was limited amount of seats, I couldn't sprawl out anywhere, unlike the tour busses. So I just sat there and closed my eyes.
I've heard that if you think about the person you like, you'll fall asleep faster. So I thought about Adie, and how beautiful she is. How her eyes sparkle when she's happy. When she smiles at me, and when she tells me she loves me. I love her to death, and I'd do anything for her. Anything. But in the back of my mind, someone else was there, too. Mike. I tried to push him out of my mind, since I was just on the thought of Adie, but something kept telling me to think about him. So I did, and that's all I remember before I fell asleep.
I woke up on Mike's shoulder (ironic, isn't it?). I surprisingly didn't drool on him or anything, since I didn't get a good night's sleep. So I opened my eyes and looked around. It was light outside, and we were still in the air. I lifted my head from Mike's shoulder and looked up to, surprisingly, see him awake. I jumped back to a sitting position and looked Mike in the eyes. God his eyes are so gorgeous.
He smiled at me, and I smiled back. Fuck, that man's smile is to die for. I glanced over at Tré who was awake as well, staring obliviously out the window. I yawned and looked at the clock. 9:32. Fuck. It was earlier than I hoped it was. So I decided to get up and stretch a little. Sleeping in an airplane seat isn't the most comfortable place in the world, especially when you have less than a foot to stretch your feet out.
I heard Tré get up and bound off somewhere. Probably to the bathroom. Typical. I sat back down and glanced at Mike who yawned and rubbed his eyes. He then looked at me again, and I think I blushed a little. Wait. Me? Blush? Since when? And in front of Mike? Fucking, Mike? Holy shit. Did I suddenly have feelings for him? My fucking best friend? Shit. This was not good. No wonder he kept coming up in my mind last night. Fuck. I am one screwed up guy. Falling for his best friend. Christ, this may be the most fucked up thing in my life.
I turned my head back and tried to cover up my blushing self. I felt Mike's hand on my shoulder. I think I about melted in my pants right then. But in the next few minutes, something else was going to be in my pants. I turned to look at him, and he suddenly pulled me in and our lips touched. I was surprised. I mean, who wouldn't be when Mike kisses you? He hardly kisses anyone besides Brittany, and me once in a great while at shows. But usually I'm the one who kisses him. Anyway, like I said before; I was stunned. I certainly wasn't expecting it. He pulled back and gave me another one of those smiles again. I couldn't help myself but smile. So I did what my instincts told me to do. And I grabbed his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, this one fiercer than the first.
I gently brushed my tongue over his bottom lip, waiting for him to part. It had been so long since I've kissed him like this. Too long, as a matter of fact. I could feel myself hardening as he parted his lips and I ambushed his mouth with my tongue. He practically did the same. Our tongues were fighting for dominance, along with the clashing of our teeth. Those actions sent more blood to my groin, and I just knew Mike was feeling the same right about now. So what do you do when you're hard and kissing someone you love? You fuck. And that's what we did. We snuck into the other bathroom stall and fucked. I think the whole plane knew that we were getting it on in the fucking bathroom on a private fucking jet. But that's what happens.
So after we both had reached our climaxes, we just stood there in the bathroom, breathing heavily and trying to catch our breaths. Mike kissed my neck and then moved up to my lips. I broke away and smiled. And right there, in the bathroom of a private jet, I confessed what I had been hiding from him for the last 10 years.
"I love you, Mike."
I've also written a bunch of crap at GDSlash.net and at Coming Clean. ♥
Title: In An Airplane Above The Skies
Author: Me - Foeniyx ♥
Rating: R
Pairing: Duh, my OTP! ♥
Disclaimer: Don't own these two fine men, so don't sue me! ^_^
We got a private jet to our next show, a few days away. I thought it was going to be a little bit funner than I intended, but obviously not. We went through some turbulence and we couldn't have any cell phones on, any electronics on - nothing. So basically we had to sit there and stare out the window and listen to the pilot and the co-pilots talk.
Tré was already sleeping (what a surprise), so it was just me and Mike, who was desperately trying to stay awake by propping up his elbow against the window. Turned out, that wasn't the most effective way of trying to stay awake, since every so often I would hear a thud; he had fallen asleep and his elbow had slipped off the window. It got a little annoying after a while, so I finally decided to lightly elbow him in the gut after the 5th time.
He looked at me, and he looked pissed, yet at the same time, he looked exhausted. He just glared at me before finding a different position to sleep in; he slid down in his seat and crossed his arms before letting out a sigh and closing his eyes for the millionth time in that hour. I too, tried to find a comfortable position, but since there was limited amount of seats, I couldn't sprawl out anywhere, unlike the tour busses. So I just sat there and closed my eyes.
I've heard that if you think about the person you like, you'll fall asleep faster. So I thought about Adie, and how beautiful she is. How her eyes sparkle when she's happy. When she smiles at me, and when she tells me she loves me. I love her to death, and I'd do anything for her. Anything. But in the back of my mind, someone else was there, too. Mike. I tried to push him out of my mind, since I was just on the thought of Adie, but something kept telling me to think about him. So I did, and that's all I remember before I fell asleep.
I woke up on Mike's shoulder (ironic, isn't it?). I surprisingly didn't drool on him or anything, since I didn't get a good night's sleep. So I opened my eyes and looked around. It was light outside, and we were still in the air. I lifted my head from Mike's shoulder and looked up to, surprisingly, see him awake. I jumped back to a sitting position and looked Mike in the eyes. God his eyes are so gorgeous.
He smiled at me, and I smiled back. Fuck, that man's smile is to die for. I glanced over at Tré who was awake as well, staring obliviously out the window. I yawned and looked at the clock. 9:32. Fuck. It was earlier than I hoped it was. So I decided to get up and stretch a little. Sleeping in an airplane seat isn't the most comfortable place in the world, especially when you have less than a foot to stretch your feet out.
I heard Tré get up and bound off somewhere. Probably to the bathroom. Typical. I sat back down and glanced at Mike who yawned and rubbed his eyes. He then looked at me again, and I think I blushed a little. Wait. Me? Blush? Since when? And in front of Mike? Fucking, Mike? Holy shit. Did I suddenly have feelings for him? My fucking best friend? Shit. This was not good. No wonder he kept coming up in my mind last night. Fuck. I am one screwed up guy. Falling for his best friend. Christ, this may be the most fucked up thing in my life.
I turned my head back and tried to cover up my blushing self. I felt Mike's hand on my shoulder. I think I about melted in my pants right then. But in the next few minutes, something else was going to be in my pants. I turned to look at him, and he suddenly pulled me in and our lips touched. I was surprised. I mean, who wouldn't be when Mike kisses you? He hardly kisses anyone besides Brittany, and me once in a great while at shows. But usually I'm the one who kisses him. Anyway, like I said before; I was stunned. I certainly wasn't expecting it. He pulled back and gave me another one of those smiles again. I couldn't help myself but smile. So I did what my instincts told me to do. And I grabbed his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, this one fiercer than the first.
I gently brushed my tongue over his bottom lip, waiting for him to part. It had been so long since I've kissed him like this. Too long, as a matter of fact. I could feel myself hardening as he parted his lips and I ambushed his mouth with my tongue. He practically did the same. Our tongues were fighting for dominance, along with the clashing of our teeth. Those actions sent more blood to my groin, and I just knew Mike was feeling the same right about now. So what do you do when you're hard and kissing someone you love? You fuck. And that's what we did. We snuck into the other bathroom stall and fucked. I think the whole plane knew that we were getting it on in the fucking bathroom on a private fucking jet. But that's what happens.
So after we both had reached our climaxes, we just stood there in the bathroom, breathing heavily and trying to catch our breaths. Mike kissed my neck and then moved up to my lips. I broke away and smiled. And right there, in the bathroom of a private jet, I confessed what I had been hiding from him for the last 10 years.
"I love you, Mike."