cane
title. cane
pairing. old!billie/mike
rating. pg
word count. 261
disclaimer. i don't own anything.
note. holy shit, i actually wrote something? woah~
Billie groaned, shifting his hips from left to right, right to left, before standing up from the creaky mattress. He reached helplessly in front of him for his cane, the morning rays just starting to peak out over the hills and trees on the horizon but not yet invading the small bedroom.
Feeling the bed shift behind him, he cocked his head towards the man, eyes pleading for help, but words never tumbling from his pouty, red lips.
The man shifted, right hand sinking into the mattress as he stood up, shakily and unbalanced. Gathering his glasses from the night stand, he perched them high upon his nose and bent forward to fiddle with the string dangling from the silver and black lamp. Pulling it down, light illuminated the room, causing Billie to groan in annoyance.
“What Beej?” asked Mike, sleep heavy in his voice as he shuffled over to the elder loudly. Billie Joe’s eyes were bright and pleading again, eyes shifting from Mike to the purple cane, decorated with bright flames at the bottom, which sat by the dresser a few feet out of reach. Echoing steps were heard and long fingers closed around the cane, swinging his body around to hand it to his partner.
Billie’s cheeks flushed a bright red, nodding his head at Mike as a ‘thanks’.
“Love you baby,” Mike whispered, dry and flaking lips catching the older man’s temple. Billie grinned cheekily, eyes wrinkling and full of love. He pulled the other man into a short kiss, leaving them both breathless.
pairing. old!billie/mike
rating. pg
word count. 261
disclaimer. i don't own anything.
note. holy shit, i actually wrote something? woah~
Billie groaned, shifting his hips from left to right, right to left, before standing up from the creaky mattress. He reached helplessly in front of him for his cane, the morning rays just starting to peak out over the hills and trees on the horizon but not yet invading the small bedroom.
Feeling the bed shift behind him, he cocked his head towards the man, eyes pleading for help, but words never tumbling from his pouty, red lips.
The man shifted, right hand sinking into the mattress as he stood up, shakily and unbalanced. Gathering his glasses from the night stand, he perched them high upon his nose and bent forward to fiddle with the string dangling from the silver and black lamp. Pulling it down, light illuminated the room, causing Billie to groan in annoyance.
“What Beej?” asked Mike, sleep heavy in his voice as he shuffled over to the elder loudly. Billie Joe’s eyes were bright and pleading again, eyes shifting from Mike to the purple cane, decorated with bright flames at the bottom, which sat by the dresser a few feet out of reach. Echoing steps were heard and long fingers closed around the cane, swinging his body around to hand it to his partner.
Billie’s cheeks flushed a bright red, nodding his head at Mike as a ‘thanks’.
“Love you baby,” Mike whispered, dry and flaking lips catching the older man’s temple. Billie grinned cheekily, eyes wrinkling and full of love. He pulled the other man into a short kiss, leaving them both breathless.