Cherry Cravings
Title: Cherry Cravings
Author: Tas (tasyfa)
Fandom: Green Day RPS - Billie Joe Armstrong/Mike Dirnt
Characters: Billie/Mike, Billie/Adrienne, implied Mike/Adrienne
Prompt: 15: Food Play
Word Count: 1,111
Rating: just barely R
Disclaimer: I own only the words; the people own themselves.
Author's Notes: Silly fun for the 50kinkyways challenge. ( My challenge table.)
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Billie, did you take the…oh."
Both men nearly snapped their necks, they whipped around so fast to look at the source of the voice. Sure enough, there stood Adrienne in the doorway, and Mike felt his stomach begin to turn the bad kind of somersaults.
She stepped inside the mudroom with a small frown, gesturing at the empty jar in her husband's hand. "You ate all the cherries?"
"Um, pretty much. I was planning to buy more," he added hastily. Mike saw his eyes flicker in his direction, and hers followed, narrowing.
The lone remaining cherry sat like the world's worst cliché right on the tip of his erection, anchored in place by the mounds of whipped cream and chocolate sauce Billie had just finished enthusiastically finger-painting onto his body. Adie's spa day thing was supposed to have lasted another three or four hours and the boys were at their grandparents', so they'd decided to indulge in some silly play, figuring they'd have plenty of time to clean up before anyone came home.
Oops.
Mike shrank back on the bench as Adrienne advanced on him, slightly freaked out by the intense look on her face and the way her gaze was riveted to his groin. In his head, Please don't hurt me, alternated with, Please don't take him away.
"Do you mind?"
Mind? Mind what? "Uh," he stuttered, clueless.
A tiny smile curved her lips. "If I eat it."
"No." It emerged as more of a questionable squeak but she clearly interpreted it to mean that it was okay. And then his breath died when she bent down, her head moving closer. Mike caught a glimpse of Billie's stunned face before he closed his eyes, unable to watch.
They popped open again when she tapped his nose with a laugh, chewing. He hadn't even felt it but she'd stolen the cherry and she had definitely done it with her mouth, because there was a perfect lip-print where the fruit had been, and one dreadlock had a little clump of whipped cream smeared on it.
"You got your, uh," he gestured and Adie wiped her hair.
"Thanks, Mike." Her eyebrow wiggle told him she meant for everything and he offered a weak smile.
"Welcome."
She straightened and took the empty jar from Billie's slack hands, kissing his cheek. "Don't forget to get more. Actually," she looked thoughtfully back at Mike, "if you're going to do this kind of shit often, get two jars."
He bobbed his head in shocked agreement and Adie squeezed his ass before exiting the room.
Mike took a deep breath. "Holy motherfucking God and Jesus Christ on a bicycle. I thought I was going to die."
Billie apparently needed more recovery time. "She kissed…she put her mouth on your…my wife almost went down on you!"
He had to laugh; his lover absolutely vibrated with outrage. "Dude, calm down. She didn't even touch me. Look." Mike poked a finger through the lip-print, his nail disappearing into the chocolate and cream. "You emptied three goddamned cans of that stuff on me. There was at least half an inch of it under the cherry."
"But, she's my wife!"
"Get over it, Bill. You've got me all decked out in my sundae best here. Are you gonna eat me or shall I go shower this shit off?"
"No, I am not going to eat you now!"
Mike cracked up. Never in his life had he expected to see Billie Joe in a mood that could only be called prissy. He was much too relieved himself to find anything but laughter in such a ridiculous occurrence. Adrienne had always known, always approved, but hadn't seen them together intimately until just now. Although, he admitted, they hadn't actually been doing anything, and while Mike was naked under all the goop, well, there was a lot of goop. Still. It was one of those things that you can't ever know how you'll react until you're dropped into the situation, and he felt like he'd aced the hardest exam of his life.
"Cocksucker. See how you like this for a shower!"
Too late, Mike realized that Billie had turned on the hose, meant for cleaning off kids after muddy games in the backyard-the original purpose of this small room. He pushed himself off the bench to be met with a blast of frigid water, colliding with his chest and spraying everywhere as his forward momentum had him skidding across the rapidly slickening floor. He crashed right into Billie and they both went down hard, the hose shooting water at the ceiling for a minute until they got it turned off.
"Oh, fuck. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all," Billie groaned.
"Ya think? Everything intact there?" Mike wasn't hurt, only winded. And probably bruised all to hell from the hard floor, but it wasn't like it would be the first time.
"Yeah, I'm good. Just going to fucking hurt tomorrow." He laughed ruefully.
"Billie?" Adrienne's voice came floating through the wreckage.
"Yeah, babe?"
"Make sure you clean up before you go to the store."
"I will," he called back.
"Bill. You are so pussywhipped."
"Oh fuck off." Billie shoved at him and they both slid a couple of feet across the soaking wet tile.
"Pussywhipped, pussywhipped," Mike chanted in a singsong voice.
Finally he laughed. "God, I am. And I'm really pretty happy about it."
Mike chuckled. "Yeah."
They lay in silence for a few minutes, watching water drip from the ceiling, before Mike pushed to his feet with a groan. "You got the worst of it off with the hose, but I'm going to go have that shower now."
"What, like that? What if she sees you?"
He couldn't have controlled the grin that spread across his face if he'd tried. "Come on. She's already had a taste. Why shouldn't she get a good view?"
Mike took off down the hall at the bellow that greeted his cheek, easily outdistancing Billie's shorter legs and slamming the bathroom door closed, locking it securely right as fists pounded against the other side. He leaned on the door, giggling and gasping for air at the unexpected sprint.
"Fucker! When you least expect it, Dirnt. When you least expect it. I will have your balls," came the dark threat once the fruitless pounding ceased.
"Bring it on, baby," he managed without completely dissolving in laughter.
As Billie Joe's disaffected muttering faded, Mike moved away from the door, wiping at the smudge of chocolate he'd left on the wall. Billie would make him pay, and pay, and pay for that but oh, it had been worth it.
Author: Tas (tasyfa)
Fandom: Green Day RPS - Billie Joe Armstrong/Mike Dirnt
Characters: Billie/Mike, Billie/Adrienne, implied Mike/Adrienne
Prompt: 15: Food Play
Word Count: 1,111
Rating: just barely R
Disclaimer: I own only the words; the people own themselves.
Author's Notes: Silly fun for the 50kinkyways challenge. ( My challenge table.)
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Billie, did you take the…oh."
Both men nearly snapped their necks, they whipped around so fast to look at the source of the voice. Sure enough, there stood Adrienne in the doorway, and Mike felt his stomach begin to turn the bad kind of somersaults.
She stepped inside the mudroom with a small frown, gesturing at the empty jar in her husband's hand. "You ate all the cherries?"
"Um, pretty much. I was planning to buy more," he added hastily. Mike saw his eyes flicker in his direction, and hers followed, narrowing.
The lone remaining cherry sat like the world's worst cliché right on the tip of his erection, anchored in place by the mounds of whipped cream and chocolate sauce Billie had just finished enthusiastically finger-painting onto his body. Adie's spa day thing was supposed to have lasted another three or four hours and the boys were at their grandparents', so they'd decided to indulge in some silly play, figuring they'd have plenty of time to clean up before anyone came home.
Oops.
Mike shrank back on the bench as Adrienne advanced on him, slightly freaked out by the intense look on her face and the way her gaze was riveted to his groin. In his head, Please don't hurt me, alternated with, Please don't take him away.
"Do you mind?"
Mind? Mind what? "Uh," he stuttered, clueless.
A tiny smile curved her lips. "If I eat it."
"No." It emerged as more of a questionable squeak but she clearly interpreted it to mean that it was okay. And then his breath died when she bent down, her head moving closer. Mike caught a glimpse of Billie's stunned face before he closed his eyes, unable to watch.
They popped open again when she tapped his nose with a laugh, chewing. He hadn't even felt it but she'd stolen the cherry and she had definitely done it with her mouth, because there was a perfect lip-print where the fruit had been, and one dreadlock had a little clump of whipped cream smeared on it.
"You got your, uh," he gestured and Adie wiped her hair.
"Thanks, Mike." Her eyebrow wiggle told him she meant for everything and he offered a weak smile.
"Welcome."
She straightened and took the empty jar from Billie's slack hands, kissing his cheek. "Don't forget to get more. Actually," she looked thoughtfully back at Mike, "if you're going to do this kind of shit often, get two jars."
He bobbed his head in shocked agreement and Adie squeezed his ass before exiting the room.
Mike took a deep breath. "Holy motherfucking God and Jesus Christ on a bicycle. I thought I was going to die."
Billie apparently needed more recovery time. "She kissed…she put her mouth on your…my wife almost went down on you!"
He had to laugh; his lover absolutely vibrated with outrage. "Dude, calm down. She didn't even touch me. Look." Mike poked a finger through the lip-print, his nail disappearing into the chocolate and cream. "You emptied three goddamned cans of that stuff on me. There was at least half an inch of it under the cherry."
"But, she's my wife!"
"Get over it, Bill. You've got me all decked out in my sundae best here. Are you gonna eat me or shall I go shower this shit off?"
"No, I am not going to eat you now!"
Mike cracked up. Never in his life had he expected to see Billie Joe in a mood that could only be called prissy. He was much too relieved himself to find anything but laughter in such a ridiculous occurrence. Adrienne had always known, always approved, but hadn't seen them together intimately until just now. Although, he admitted, they hadn't actually been doing anything, and while Mike was naked under all the goop, well, there was a lot of goop. Still. It was one of those things that you can't ever know how you'll react until you're dropped into the situation, and he felt like he'd aced the hardest exam of his life.
"Cocksucker. See how you like this for a shower!"
Too late, Mike realized that Billie had turned on the hose, meant for cleaning off kids after muddy games in the backyard-the original purpose of this small room. He pushed himself off the bench to be met with a blast of frigid water, colliding with his chest and spraying everywhere as his forward momentum had him skidding across the rapidly slickening floor. He crashed right into Billie and they both went down hard, the hose shooting water at the ceiling for a minute until they got it turned off.
"Oh, fuck. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all," Billie groaned.
"Ya think? Everything intact there?" Mike wasn't hurt, only winded. And probably bruised all to hell from the hard floor, but it wasn't like it would be the first time.
"Yeah, I'm good. Just going to fucking hurt tomorrow." He laughed ruefully.
"Billie?" Adrienne's voice came floating through the wreckage.
"Yeah, babe?"
"Make sure you clean up before you go to the store."
"I will," he called back.
"Bill. You are so pussywhipped."
"Oh fuck off." Billie shoved at him and they both slid a couple of feet across the soaking wet tile.
"Pussywhipped, pussywhipped," Mike chanted in a singsong voice.
Finally he laughed. "God, I am. And I'm really pretty happy about it."
Mike chuckled. "Yeah."
They lay in silence for a few minutes, watching water drip from the ceiling, before Mike pushed to his feet with a groan. "You got the worst of it off with the hose, but I'm going to go have that shower now."
"What, like that? What if she sees you?"
He couldn't have controlled the grin that spread across his face if he'd tried. "Come on. She's already had a taste. Why shouldn't she get a good view?"
Mike took off down the hall at the bellow that greeted his cheek, easily outdistancing Billie's shorter legs and slamming the bathroom door closed, locking it securely right as fists pounded against the other side. He leaned on the door, giggling and gasping for air at the unexpected sprint.
"Fucker! When you least expect it, Dirnt. When you least expect it. I will have your balls," came the dark threat once the fruitless pounding ceased.
"Bring it on, baby," he managed without completely dissolving in laughter.
As Billie Joe's disaffected muttering faded, Mike moved away from the door, wiping at the smudge of chocolate he'd left on the wall. Billie would make him pay, and pay, and pay for that but oh, it had been worth it.