Feelings of a New Beginning (Chapter Four)
Title: Feelings of a New Beginning
Author: greendazed1218/Lindze/Whatshername
Pairing: young Billie/Mike
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the computer I am writing with...
Notes: Some of you may remember me, I used to write here A LOT. I haven't been here in quite a while, so excuse me as I dust my keyboard (and mind) off, and please bear with me as I get back into writing. It will mainly be fluff, I need to get back into the swing of things before I go for the wonderful NC17 parts. But have no fear, it will come, and most likely soon!
One , Two , Three
Mike grinned Billie's own half cocked grin. "Shut up cheese ball." He said, before closing his eyes and leaning into his best friend, ghosting his lips across Billie's full pout. Billie felt his bassist's long fingers running through his unruly curls, then ghosting his neck. He had felt him do this so many times over the years, ever since Mike had followed him up to his bed room after his dad had died, laying down next to him and running his fingers through the singer's hair, trying to make him feel better.
But, Billie thought to himself. this feels so much better than when we were kids. He gripped Mike tighter, and pushed him into the wall. He was worried at first, that he might be hurting his best friend, but when Mike moaned into the kiss, Billie lent harder into the bassist, and he took hold of both of his hands, pushing a little harder, and grinding himself against the younger boy.
Suddenly there was a knock at the outside door. The two boys jumped apart, Billie doing so faster than the other could move, making Mike fall to the floor.
"Knock, knock! Mr. Pritchard? Are you in the restroom?" They heard the doctor's voice, and could tell he was walking into the room.
Mike and Billie cleared their throats at about the same time, Billie reaching his hand down to the younger boy, helping him stand up, and leading him out to his hospital bed.
"Sorry doctor, we... I... Well Bill was helping me get into the bathroom." Mike said, a sheepish grin on his face.
Billie would later swear that he saw the doctor smile at them both like he knew what had been going on. "That's alright, we try not to put catheters in teenage boys, they tend to be a little testy about it. I figured that when you woke up, you would find your way to the bathroom, one way or another." He said with a small chuckle.
"Is there anything wrong with him doctor?" Billie Joe asked, worrying about his best friend, and maybe lover.
"Not anything that you don't already know boys. Truthfully, I'd say, that if you promise to take good care of him, then you can go ahead and take him home." He said with another, almost forced chuckle.
A bright, beaming smile crept onto Billie's face, one that Mike hadn't seen in a long time. "Yes Sir, I promise! Really great care! I'll take off school and everything!" Billie said, almost stumbling over his words.
"Okay boys, then I guess I'll leave you to help him get ready." He said, seeming to finally have a real, genuine smile. He took Mike's IV out himself, then turned around leaving the room with the two boys in it, alone again.
Billie turned around to find Mike's clothing that he had been wearing when they brought him in. Suddenly Mike burst out laughing. Billie turned around, almost glaring at Mike, but remembering how happy he was that he could finally take his best friend home. It had only been a few hours that they had been in the hospital, but it felt to him like days. "What?" Billie asked, almost blushing. He helped Mike to lean forward, then started untying the two ties on the back of his gown.
"You- you- just- SIR!" He tried saying. Billie waved his hand, letting Mike know he could wait to talk until he calmed down, although Billie figured he already knew what Mike was trying to say. As his best friend was still laughing, Billie helped him get the gown completely off. It wasn't until then that he realized that Mike was utterly naked, and he himself had to help Mike get dressed, from the underwear out.
He blushed bright red, and looked down at his best friend who had finally stopped laughing. He guessed that Mike had finally realized it as well. Billie picked up his bassist's boxer shorts, then helped Mike to get out of the bed. He wrapped his arm around his waist, holding him tight, and handing the boxers to Mike. The younger boy took the shorts into his hand and tried to lean down to put his feet in them, but he didn't even get one foot into one of the holes before they fell from his hand. He muttered a small "Ooops." and laughed softly.
Billie made a sound like a huff, with less anger. He was trying to be patient, but all he kept thinking about was how naked his bassist was. He lent down and picked up Mike's boxer shorts, kept his arm around Mike's waist, and tried to help him step into the offending cloth.
He had finally pulled the boxers up around Mike's thighs, when he realized where his face was, and what was right next to it, almost touching his cheek. Mike looked down as he realized it as well, a swimming sea of blue meeting emerald jewels, as Billie leaned closer to Mike's member, ghosting his warm breath and watching as it rose for him.
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So, I had more of this, maybe even some (close-to) boysex,
but I didn't have any comments on Chapter Three, so I didn't
feel like posting the sexiness just yet. Comments make me very
happy, so pweese give me some? *Billie Joe pout*
When I don't get comments, I worry that no one wants more to
the story!
*Billie Joe pout* again! *has a tray of Young!Billie/Mike cookies*
Post a comment, and you get cookies, AND sexiness!
Author: greendazed1218/Lindze/Whatshername
Pairing: young Billie/Mike
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the computer I am writing with...
Notes: Some of you may remember me, I used to write here A LOT. I haven't been here in quite a while, so excuse me as I dust my keyboard (and mind) off, and please bear with me as I get back into writing. It will mainly be fluff, I need to get back into the swing of things before I go for the wonderful NC17 parts. But have no fear, it will come, and most likely soon!
One , Two , Three
Mike grinned Billie's own half cocked grin. "Shut up cheese ball." He said, before closing his eyes and leaning into his best friend, ghosting his lips across Billie's full pout. Billie felt his bassist's long fingers running through his unruly curls, then ghosting his neck. He had felt him do this so many times over the years, ever since Mike had followed him up to his bed room after his dad had died, laying down next to him and running his fingers through the singer's hair, trying to make him feel better.
But, Billie thought to himself. this feels so much better than when we were kids. He gripped Mike tighter, and pushed him into the wall. He was worried at first, that he might be hurting his best friend, but when Mike moaned into the kiss, Billie lent harder into the bassist, and he took hold of both of his hands, pushing a little harder, and grinding himself against the younger boy.
Suddenly there was a knock at the outside door. The two boys jumped apart, Billie doing so faster than the other could move, making Mike fall to the floor.
"Knock, knock! Mr. Pritchard? Are you in the restroom?" They heard the doctor's voice, and could tell he was walking into the room.
Mike and Billie cleared their throats at about the same time, Billie reaching his hand down to the younger boy, helping him stand up, and leading him out to his hospital bed.
"Sorry doctor, we... I... Well Bill was helping me get into the bathroom." Mike said, a sheepish grin on his face.
Billie would later swear that he saw the doctor smile at them both like he knew what had been going on. "That's alright, we try not to put catheters in teenage boys, they tend to be a little testy about it. I figured that when you woke up, you would find your way to the bathroom, one way or another." He said with a small chuckle.
"Is there anything wrong with him doctor?" Billie Joe asked, worrying about his best friend, and maybe lover.
"Not anything that you don't already know boys. Truthfully, I'd say, that if you promise to take good care of him, then you can go ahead and take him home." He said with another, almost forced chuckle.
A bright, beaming smile crept onto Billie's face, one that Mike hadn't seen in a long time. "Yes Sir, I promise! Really great care! I'll take off school and everything!" Billie said, almost stumbling over his words.
"Okay boys, then I guess I'll leave you to help him get ready." He said, seeming to finally have a real, genuine smile. He took Mike's IV out himself, then turned around leaving the room with the two boys in it, alone again.
Billie turned around to find Mike's clothing that he had been wearing when they brought him in. Suddenly Mike burst out laughing. Billie turned around, almost glaring at Mike, but remembering how happy he was that he could finally take his best friend home. It had only been a few hours that they had been in the hospital, but it felt to him like days. "What?" Billie asked, almost blushing. He helped Mike to lean forward, then started untying the two ties on the back of his gown.
"You- you- just- SIR!" He tried saying. Billie waved his hand, letting Mike know he could wait to talk until he calmed down, although Billie figured he already knew what Mike was trying to say. As his best friend was still laughing, Billie helped him get the gown completely off. It wasn't until then that he realized that Mike was utterly naked, and he himself had to help Mike get dressed, from the underwear out.
He blushed bright red, and looked down at his best friend who had finally stopped laughing. He guessed that Mike had finally realized it as well. Billie picked up his bassist's boxer shorts, then helped Mike to get out of the bed. He wrapped his arm around his waist, holding him tight, and handing the boxers to Mike. The younger boy took the shorts into his hand and tried to lean down to put his feet in them, but he didn't even get one foot into one of the holes before they fell from his hand. He muttered a small "Ooops." and laughed softly.
Billie made a sound like a huff, with less anger. He was trying to be patient, but all he kept thinking about was how naked his bassist was. He lent down and picked up Mike's boxer shorts, kept his arm around Mike's waist, and tried to help him step into the offending cloth.
He had finally pulled the boxers up around Mike's thighs, when he realized where his face was, and what was right next to it, almost touching his cheek. Mike looked down as he realized it as well, a swimming sea of blue meeting emerald jewels, as Billie leaned closer to Mike's member, ghosting his warm breath and watching as it rose for him.
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So, I had more of this, maybe even some (close-to) boysex,
but I didn't have any comments on Chapter Three, so I didn't
feel like posting the sexiness just yet. Comments make me very
happy, so pweese give me some? *Billie Joe pout*
When I don't get comments, I worry that no one wants more to
the story!
*Billie Joe pout* again! *has a tray of Young!Billie/Mike cookies*
Post a comment, and you get cookies, AND sexiness!