cyber slut
title. Cyber Slut
pairing. Billie Joe & Strange Man / Billie Joe & Mike & Tre
rating. R
words. 372
disclaimer. I only own the plot.
Billie groans, his finger sliding over the slit. His back is arched and his hand is lazily jerking himself, the other typing furiously at the black keys. His brightened green eyes look up as the im noise sounds aloud, "I'd ride you so fuckin' hard baby." reads the strangers reply and the singer feels his stomach tighten and coil.
The singer hears shuffling above him, usually something that alerts him, but he ignores the steps descending down the steps, "You'd make me cum just as hard right? Oh shit babe, so close," Billie replies, his tattooed right hand picking up the pace.
His hips jerk forward, causing him to slouch down farther into the leather chair and further under the desk. The black haired man's small hand hits the desk with every pump of his wrist, and he bucks wildly, eyes scanning over the conversation with the stranger again.
"Oh shit, fuckmeplease," tumbles out nearly incoherent, as he spills over his hand and on the underside of the desk. His frame shakes as his orgasm subsides and he stops jerking his limp prick.
Clapping, loud clapping echoes as the door is kicked open. It slams against the wall, and he jumps in the chair, instinctively covering himself. "Wow Beej, if I'd known you masturbated to cyber, I would've done this a long time ago," the man mumbles, walking over to the desk, placing his palms down on the wood.
Billie shakes his head, holding his left hand up. "It's not..." his voice trails as the drummer snakes around the desk and roughly connects the two sets of lips. Tre pulls away, Billie Joe giving a throaty whine.
"You are such a fuckin' slut Billie Joe," Tre mumbles, kissing the other's forehead and wagging a finger at the opened door.
The singer's eyes widen dramatically as he watches Mike cross the room, handcuffs and his vibrator clutched in his hand. "You're so beautiful post-orgasm y'know that Billie," Mike whispers huskily. "but you'd look even more so if you were tied to the bed, dildo shoved into you roughly and Tre riding you."
Billie's head nods, another whine escaping his pouty lips and his cock not listening to him- earning a murmur of "slut".
pairing. Billie Joe & Strange Man / Billie Joe & Mike & Tre
rating. R
words. 372
disclaimer. I only own the plot.
Billie groans, his finger sliding over the slit. His back is arched and his hand is lazily jerking himself, the other typing furiously at the black keys. His brightened green eyes look up as the im noise sounds aloud, "I'd ride you so fuckin' hard baby." reads the strangers reply and the singer feels his stomach tighten and coil.
The singer hears shuffling above him, usually something that alerts him, but he ignores the steps descending down the steps, "You'd make me cum just as hard right? Oh shit babe, so close," Billie replies, his tattooed right hand picking up the pace.
His hips jerk forward, causing him to slouch down farther into the leather chair and further under the desk. The black haired man's small hand hits the desk with every pump of his wrist, and he bucks wildly, eyes scanning over the conversation with the stranger again.
"Oh shit, fuckmeplease," tumbles out nearly incoherent, as he spills over his hand and on the underside of the desk. His frame shakes as his orgasm subsides and he stops jerking his limp prick.
Clapping, loud clapping echoes as the door is kicked open. It slams against the wall, and he jumps in the chair, instinctively covering himself. "Wow Beej, if I'd known you masturbated to cyber, I would've done this a long time ago," the man mumbles, walking over to the desk, placing his palms down on the wood.
Billie shakes his head, holding his left hand up. "It's not..." his voice trails as the drummer snakes around the desk and roughly connects the two sets of lips. Tre pulls away, Billie Joe giving a throaty whine.
"You are such a fuckin' slut Billie Joe," Tre mumbles, kissing the other's forehead and wagging a finger at the opened door.
The singer's eyes widen dramatically as he watches Mike cross the room, handcuffs and his vibrator clutched in his hand. "You're so beautiful post-orgasm y'know that Billie," Mike whispers huskily. "but you'd look even more so if you were tied to the bed, dildo shoved into you roughly and Tre riding you."
Billie's head nods, another whine escaping his pouty lips and his cock not listening to him- earning a murmur of "slut".