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Title: Crowded (Chapter 14)
Author: Elle (Zildjianrocker)
Rating: NC-17 (Whole series)
Pairing: Billie Joe/ Tre/ OFC
Disclaimer: I don't own Tre or Billie and I'm sure this never happened, Jamie came straight out of my head.
Jamie tightened her grip around Tre’s neck. Her nose brushed against his hair as he walked, the crisp sensation of it making her wonder if she may have overdone it on the hair products that morning. Her shoes had been killing her all evening and Tre had been the perfect gentleman, although she wondered if his offer of carrying her piggy-back all the way back to the hotel had more to do with his impatience to get there than anything else.
The clerk on the front desk looked up as they entered, Billie Joe leading the way with a speed and determination that was most impressive, considering he’d played a two hour show, then consumed about thirty units of alcohol. Jamie giggled as they piled into the elevator and Billie Joe pressed herself and Tre up against the mirrored wall, snatching the opportunity to steal a breathy kiss from his drummer in the short moment before the doors opened again and they found themselves in the hallway that lead to his hotel room.
Jamie slid from Tre’s back, as he fumbled with the lock on the door and the three stumbled into the room, staring at each other, dumbly, for around half a second, before coming together in a tangled frenzy of eager hands.
Within moments, Billie Joe had Jamie up against the wall, continuing with the ministrations he had begun outside of the club, and he was most welcome, with Jamie’s hands moving from his hair down to his waist, her fingers tucking under his belt to pull him closer, while Tre pressed up behind him and began to drop hot kisses against Billie’s neck.
Billie moaned at the contact, shifting a little between the two of them, stuck in a dilemma about which one to press himself closer to. He didn’t have time to decide, because Tre had soon stepped back, pulling Billie Joe with him and guiding the three of them toward the un-made bed.
Jamie’s heart was racing in response to the speed and the urgency with which this was happening, the tentative nature of their last encounter apparently lost now they knew just how incredible this could be. As Tre dropped onto the edge of the bed, she crawled straight into his lap, her hands sliding under his dress jacket to wrap around his waist, feeling the heat from his skin through the thin material of his shirt. Tre let out a moan as he leant forward and caught Jamie’s lips in an eager kiss.
Billie Joe hummed, encouragingly, kicking off his shoes and scrambling onto the bed behind Tre, helping him out of his jacket before starting on the buttons of his shirt, his nose pressing into his hair, hot tongue darting out to flicker gently against his ear. Tre closed his eyes, his breath shaking and Jamie could only grin in disbelief that she was fortunate enough to have found herself in this position all over again.
“You guys are so fucking....” she trailed off, unsure if she even had any words that were adequate, and Billie Joe answered her by laughing into Tre’s neck, sliding his shirt off his body and pulling it from his arms. She leaned forward to kiss him over Tre’s bare shoulder, suddenly having the clarity of mind to realise how different the two men felt, neither one any better than the other, just different.
She sighed into Billie’s kiss, as she felt Tre’s warm hands slide up her thighs, coming to rest underneath her dress, as he dropped kisses along her collarbone. She whimpered a little under his touch, her desperation reaching new heights as her own hands explored his warm skin, her kisses doing all she could to thank Billie Joe for his apparent ability to undress a man in a heartbeat.
Her kiss with Billie Joe was broken, when Tre lifted her dress over her head, her hair falling into her face, as he tossed it to the floor. Tre grinned, stroking her hair from her eyes. Billie Joe rested his chin on Tre’s shoulder, his hands running up and down his back, as he watched Tre and Jamie lose themselves in a new rush of kisses, the remainder of their clothing discarded on the floor. Jamie gasped against his lips, as his hands continued to explore, before taking his fingers in her own and guiding them to the place she was longing for.
Tre could feel Billie Joe behind him, hard against his back, and he reached one hand up to rub in his hair, a silent promise that he was far from forgotten, as his fingers slid into Jamie’s wet entrance, a small moan escaping her when his thumb began its work on her clit.
Billie Joe nipped at Tre’s shoulder, enjoying the visuals so much that he didn’t even care that no one was taking care of his own raging lust. He reached his hands around Tre’s waist, his breath hot on the back of Tre’s neck, and Tre groaned into Jamie’s mouth when a firm hand wrapped around his erection, stroking expertly.
The sensations Jamie was feeling, accompanied by the view, were almost too much for her to handle and she pushed Tre’s hand away just in time before it all ended far too quickly for her. She caught Billie Joe’s eyes over Tre’s shoulder, glazed with desire and anticipation, and before she could open her mouth he had answered her thoughts, fumbling for a condom and tearing it open with his teeth. He thrust it in Jamie’s direction so fast that she giggled, any concerns that he was feeling left out falling away to nothing.
Tre mumbled incoherently, when Jamie lowered herself onto him, one of her hands on his shoulder to steady herself as he entered her, and the other reaching for Billie Joe and pulling him into a deluge of passionate kisses that he was only too happy to return. Tre groaned, the sight of them making out in front of his face only adding to his arousal, as he relished in the tight, wet heat that surrounded his cock.
When Billie Joe broke away, panting, Tre’s lips immediately took his place and Billie Joe watched them with a moan, his fingers grappling with his belt buckle, the urge to find some release too strong to ignore.
Jamie let out a quivering breath, when Tre’s mouth left her own to lavish attention on her neck instead, their pace quickening as their arousal heightened further and further. She tangled her fingers into Tre’s hair, as his tongue flicked over her nipple and she gasped, tugging on locks of reddish-brown as their thrusts deepened.
“Fuck, you guys...” Billie Joe muttered, his words fractured, “I think I’m gonna come just from watchin’ you...”
Tre twisted his head to kiss his bandmate, a small whimper leaving Billie’s throat at the contact, and Jamie reached for Billie’s arm, finding his hand and interlocking their fingers.
“No, you don’t...” she told him, breathily, “That’s cheating...”
He moaned in protest, before being silenced again by Tre, who, had pulled him from his position behind him so that he could reach him more comfortably. Jamie smiled, stroking a hand through Billie’s hair, as Tre’s fingers ran along his cock, beginning to fist him slowly as he continued to thrust up into Jamie. Billie Joe gasped into Tre’s mouth, a hand on each of his companions, and Jamie let out a long moan when his fingers found their way to her clit, the sensations of his fingers rubbing her and Tre inside of her joining forces with the image of them kissing right in front of her and sending her hurtling towards orgasm.
Tre groaned as she rode through her release, taking a gasping breath as she sent him to his own climax, her face coming to nuzzle into his shoulder. He could feel her hot breath coming out in pants and he smiled when she raised her head, cheeks flushed, satisfaction written all over her face. The look that passed between them told them they were both thinking the same thing, and within seconds Billie Joe was flat on his back, two giggling accomplices stripping him of his clothes.
“Shit...” he gasped, before his mouth was captured in Jamie’s fiery kiss and he felt Tre’s mouth close over the tip of his cock. “Nngh...”
Moments later, Jamie was joining forces with Tre to give Billie what he would have thought the best blow job of his life, if he had been able to think at all. He groaned at the sensation of two tongues working, gripping the sheets in frustration when they became distracted by each other and he looked up to see them kissing again, teasing smirks telling him they were enjoying making him wait.
“You guys... fuck!... Can’t you see I’m desperate?!”
The pair grinned, relenting, and Tre moved up the bed to silence his protests as Jamie swallowed him down again, fingers running over his hips, as he writhed beneath her touch, a final lap of her tongue enough to send him crying his climax against Tre’s lips.
“Mmmm....” Billie Joe mumbled, unable to form words, tangling his fingers in Tre’s damp hair, as he closed his eyes and let his breathing slowly return to normal.
He wrapped an arm around Jamie, when she shuffled up the bed to his side and the three of them lay in easy silence, until Tre sat up to pull the comforter over the three of them, kissing them both in turn.
“Y’know...” he sighed, sleepily, “I’m not sure why people even bother doing that with two people. I feel like I’ve been wasting my time for fifteen years. Fuck.”
Jamie giggled, her eyes closing, head resting against Billie Joe’s chest.
“You guys are the best. This is totally the best job I ever had.”
Billie grinned, kissing her hair.
“Well, Sweetie, you’re definitely the coolest stylist we ever had. None of the others took their role this seriously. I think you’re a keeper.”
Jamie smiled, contentedly, pulling the cord on the light and plunging them into darkness.
“Y’know...” Tre whispered, after a few seconds of lazy peace, “I think this is the most I scored in Vegas, ever...”
Author: Elle (Zildjianrocker)
Rating: NC-17 (Whole series)
Pairing: Billie Joe/ Tre/ OFC
Disclaimer: I don't own Tre or Billie and I'm sure this never happened, Jamie came straight out of my head.
Jamie tightened her grip around Tre’s neck. Her nose brushed against his hair as he walked, the crisp sensation of it making her wonder if she may have overdone it on the hair products that morning. Her shoes had been killing her all evening and Tre had been the perfect gentleman, although she wondered if his offer of carrying her piggy-back all the way back to the hotel had more to do with his impatience to get there than anything else.
The clerk on the front desk looked up as they entered, Billie Joe leading the way with a speed and determination that was most impressive, considering he’d played a two hour show, then consumed about thirty units of alcohol. Jamie giggled as they piled into the elevator and Billie Joe pressed herself and Tre up against the mirrored wall, snatching the opportunity to steal a breathy kiss from his drummer in the short moment before the doors opened again and they found themselves in the hallway that lead to his hotel room.
Jamie slid from Tre’s back, as he fumbled with the lock on the door and the three stumbled into the room, staring at each other, dumbly, for around half a second, before coming together in a tangled frenzy of eager hands.
Within moments, Billie Joe had Jamie up against the wall, continuing with the ministrations he had begun outside of the club, and he was most welcome, with Jamie’s hands moving from his hair down to his waist, her fingers tucking under his belt to pull him closer, while Tre pressed up behind him and began to drop hot kisses against Billie’s neck.
Billie moaned at the contact, shifting a little between the two of them, stuck in a dilemma about which one to press himself closer to. He didn’t have time to decide, because Tre had soon stepped back, pulling Billie Joe with him and guiding the three of them toward the un-made bed.
Jamie’s heart was racing in response to the speed and the urgency with which this was happening, the tentative nature of their last encounter apparently lost now they knew just how incredible this could be. As Tre dropped onto the edge of the bed, she crawled straight into his lap, her hands sliding under his dress jacket to wrap around his waist, feeling the heat from his skin through the thin material of his shirt. Tre let out a moan as he leant forward and caught Jamie’s lips in an eager kiss.
Billie Joe hummed, encouragingly, kicking off his shoes and scrambling onto the bed behind Tre, helping him out of his jacket before starting on the buttons of his shirt, his nose pressing into his hair, hot tongue darting out to flicker gently against his ear. Tre closed his eyes, his breath shaking and Jamie could only grin in disbelief that she was fortunate enough to have found herself in this position all over again.
“You guys are so fucking....” she trailed off, unsure if she even had any words that were adequate, and Billie Joe answered her by laughing into Tre’s neck, sliding his shirt off his body and pulling it from his arms. She leaned forward to kiss him over Tre’s bare shoulder, suddenly having the clarity of mind to realise how different the two men felt, neither one any better than the other, just different.
She sighed into Billie’s kiss, as she felt Tre’s warm hands slide up her thighs, coming to rest underneath her dress, as he dropped kisses along her collarbone. She whimpered a little under his touch, her desperation reaching new heights as her own hands explored his warm skin, her kisses doing all she could to thank Billie Joe for his apparent ability to undress a man in a heartbeat.
Her kiss with Billie Joe was broken, when Tre lifted her dress over her head, her hair falling into her face, as he tossed it to the floor. Tre grinned, stroking her hair from her eyes. Billie Joe rested his chin on Tre’s shoulder, his hands running up and down his back, as he watched Tre and Jamie lose themselves in a new rush of kisses, the remainder of their clothing discarded on the floor. Jamie gasped against his lips, as his hands continued to explore, before taking his fingers in her own and guiding them to the place she was longing for.
Tre could feel Billie Joe behind him, hard against his back, and he reached one hand up to rub in his hair, a silent promise that he was far from forgotten, as his fingers slid into Jamie’s wet entrance, a small moan escaping her when his thumb began its work on her clit.
Billie Joe nipped at Tre’s shoulder, enjoying the visuals so much that he didn’t even care that no one was taking care of his own raging lust. He reached his hands around Tre’s waist, his breath hot on the back of Tre’s neck, and Tre groaned into Jamie’s mouth when a firm hand wrapped around his erection, stroking expertly.
The sensations Jamie was feeling, accompanied by the view, were almost too much for her to handle and she pushed Tre’s hand away just in time before it all ended far too quickly for her. She caught Billie Joe’s eyes over Tre’s shoulder, glazed with desire and anticipation, and before she could open her mouth he had answered her thoughts, fumbling for a condom and tearing it open with his teeth. He thrust it in Jamie’s direction so fast that she giggled, any concerns that he was feeling left out falling away to nothing.
Tre mumbled incoherently, when Jamie lowered herself onto him, one of her hands on his shoulder to steady herself as he entered her, and the other reaching for Billie Joe and pulling him into a deluge of passionate kisses that he was only too happy to return. Tre groaned, the sight of them making out in front of his face only adding to his arousal, as he relished in the tight, wet heat that surrounded his cock.
When Billie Joe broke away, panting, Tre’s lips immediately took his place and Billie Joe watched them with a moan, his fingers grappling with his belt buckle, the urge to find some release too strong to ignore.
Jamie let out a quivering breath, when Tre’s mouth left her own to lavish attention on her neck instead, their pace quickening as their arousal heightened further and further. She tangled her fingers into Tre’s hair, as his tongue flicked over her nipple and she gasped, tugging on locks of reddish-brown as their thrusts deepened.
“Fuck, you guys...” Billie Joe muttered, his words fractured, “I think I’m gonna come just from watchin’ you...”
Tre twisted his head to kiss his bandmate, a small whimper leaving Billie’s throat at the contact, and Jamie reached for Billie’s arm, finding his hand and interlocking their fingers.
“No, you don’t...” she told him, breathily, “That’s cheating...”
He moaned in protest, before being silenced again by Tre, who, had pulled him from his position behind him so that he could reach him more comfortably. Jamie smiled, stroking a hand through Billie’s hair, as Tre’s fingers ran along his cock, beginning to fist him slowly as he continued to thrust up into Jamie. Billie Joe gasped into Tre’s mouth, a hand on each of his companions, and Jamie let out a long moan when his fingers found their way to her clit, the sensations of his fingers rubbing her and Tre inside of her joining forces with the image of them kissing right in front of her and sending her hurtling towards orgasm.
Tre groaned as she rode through her release, taking a gasping breath as she sent him to his own climax, her face coming to nuzzle into his shoulder. He could feel her hot breath coming out in pants and he smiled when she raised her head, cheeks flushed, satisfaction written all over her face. The look that passed between them told them they were both thinking the same thing, and within seconds Billie Joe was flat on his back, two giggling accomplices stripping him of his clothes.
“Shit...” he gasped, before his mouth was captured in Jamie’s fiery kiss and he felt Tre’s mouth close over the tip of his cock. “Nngh...”
Moments later, Jamie was joining forces with Tre to give Billie what he would have thought the best blow job of his life, if he had been able to think at all. He groaned at the sensation of two tongues working, gripping the sheets in frustration when they became distracted by each other and he looked up to see them kissing again, teasing smirks telling him they were enjoying making him wait.
“You guys... fuck!... Can’t you see I’m desperate?!”
The pair grinned, relenting, and Tre moved up the bed to silence his protests as Jamie swallowed him down again, fingers running over his hips, as he writhed beneath her touch, a final lap of her tongue enough to send him crying his climax against Tre’s lips.
“Mmmm....” Billie Joe mumbled, unable to form words, tangling his fingers in Tre’s damp hair, as he closed his eyes and let his breathing slowly return to normal.
He wrapped an arm around Jamie, when she shuffled up the bed to his side and the three of them lay in easy silence, until Tre sat up to pull the comforter over the three of them, kissing them both in turn.
“Y’know...” he sighed, sleepily, “I’m not sure why people even bother doing that with two people. I feel like I’ve been wasting my time for fifteen years. Fuck.”
Jamie giggled, her eyes closing, head resting against Billie Joe’s chest.
“You guys are the best. This is totally the best job I ever had.”
Billie grinned, kissing her hair.
“Well, Sweetie, you’re definitely the coolest stylist we ever had. None of the others took their role this seriously. I think you’re a keeper.”
Jamie smiled, contentedly, pulling the cord on the light and plunging them into darkness.
“Y’know...” Tre whispered, after a few seconds of lazy peace, “I think this is the most I scored in Vegas, ever...”