Q: When is a drabble not a drabble?
A: When it's written to fulfill a drabble meme request, but is too frickin' long to actually BE one. Such is the case here.
I'm not gonna lie... it's a little on the silly side. I'm still counting it as a drabble, though technically it ain't. So spank me if ya don't like it! =/
I have two spots left if you want one of your own. Just leave me a comment...
OH... can't forget to wish Mr. Billie Joe a most happy 38th birthday! You're just getting better, you know...
This is written with love for chuckaloonie who wondered what might happen if toppy!billie met toppy!frank. Will they be able to resolve the obvious dilemma and come to an understanding? More importantly, can we watch?
Title: Who’s on Top?
Rating: R
Pairing: Billie Joe/Frank Iero
Word count: 324
For: chuckaloonie (I'll still work on the other one too, darling!)
The dance has been going on for at least an hour, going in circles because no one is leading. That’s the problem, actually; and they seem to be at an impasse.
“I think it should be me,” Frank whispers in the most persuasive voice he can muster. “I’m younger than you, after all, and I have more…stamina.” He punctuates his reasoning with a firm squeeze of the other’s hip.
Billie Joe just shakes his head. “You’re so wrong about that,” he murmurs seductively in Franks ear. “The fact that you’re younger than I am means it should be me. I’ve had more time to experience things, and I’m a very good teacher...” Billie nuzzles the other’s neck, nipping determinedly at Frank’s earlobe.
Frank shivers, but he’s determined not to cave. “It should be me because I know how to be gentle. We have a show to play later, and I promise I won’t leave you sore and wiped out.” He softly kisses Billie’s mouth.
Billie scoffs at that. “That’s exactly why it should be me,” he growls softly, pulling Frank closer and biting hard on his lower lip. “I’ll make damn sure you remember… every time you move anywhere on stage tonight, every time a fan screams for you… I want you to think about who fucked you senseless an hour before the show.”
He puts an arm around Frank’s neck, pulling their bodies together insistently. “And if Gerard tries to stick his tongue down your throat when you’re on stage, I want you to wish it were me.”
Frank gasps as his eyes slip shut for a moment. He knows Billie has won. Somehow he doesn’t mind losing this round. “Shit. Okay… I give.” He opens his eyes, tilting his head up slightly to look at the other man.
Billie looks happy. “I didn’t even have to bring up the fact that it’s my birthday? I was saving that one, just in case.”
I'm not gonna lie... it's a little on the silly side. I'm still counting it as a drabble, though technically it ain't. So spank me if ya don't like it! =/
I have two spots left if you want one of your own. Just leave me a comment...
OH... can't forget to wish Mr. Billie Joe a most happy 38th birthday! You're just getting better, you know...
This is written with love for chuckaloonie who wondered what might happen if toppy!billie met toppy!frank. Will they be able to resolve the obvious dilemma and come to an understanding? More importantly, can we watch?
Title: Who’s on Top?
Rating: R
Pairing: Billie Joe/Frank Iero
Word count: 324
For: chuckaloonie (I'll still work on the other one too, darling!)
The dance has been going on for at least an hour, going in circles because no one is leading. That’s the problem, actually; and they seem to be at an impasse.
“I think it should be me,” Frank whispers in the most persuasive voice he can muster. “I’m younger than you, after all, and I have more…stamina.” He punctuates his reasoning with a firm squeeze of the other’s hip.
Billie Joe just shakes his head. “You’re so wrong about that,” he murmurs seductively in Franks ear. “The fact that you’re younger than I am means it should be me. I’ve had more time to experience things, and I’m a very good teacher...” Billie nuzzles the other’s neck, nipping determinedly at Frank’s earlobe.
Frank shivers, but he’s determined not to cave. “It should be me because I know how to be gentle. We have a show to play later, and I promise I won’t leave you sore and wiped out.” He softly kisses Billie’s mouth.
Billie scoffs at that. “That’s exactly why it should be me,” he growls softly, pulling Frank closer and biting hard on his lower lip. “I’ll make damn sure you remember… every time you move anywhere on stage tonight, every time a fan screams for you… I want you to think about who fucked you senseless an hour before the show.”
He puts an arm around Frank’s neck, pulling their bodies together insistently. “And if Gerard tries to stick his tongue down your throat when you’re on stage, I want you to wish it were me.”
Frank gasps as his eyes slip shut for a moment. He knows Billie has won. Somehow he doesn’t mind losing this round. “Shit. Okay… I give.” He opens his eyes, tilting his head up slightly to look at the other man.
Billie looks happy. “I didn’t even have to bring up the fact that it’s my birthday? I was saving that one, just in case.”