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revidTitle: Once (Part 2 of 3)
Author: revid
Rating: PG-13/NC-17/PG-13
Pairing: Billie Joe/Mike
Disclaimer: It's called RPS Fiction for a reason: It's FICTION!
Notes: Well, I was just hoping for a few polite "nice effort" comments; thank you so much for all your compliments! There's a lot of expository writing because, to be frank, I suck at dialog. And damn, no one told me writing sex scenes was so hard! Hopefully, no one breaks out in giggles and starts humming 70's porn music.
Part 1
Gulp...Here's Part 2
When they got into the bedroom, Billie Joe turned and pushed Mike around so he was standing against the bed. He placed his hands around Mike's back, pulling up his tee-shirt, rubbing his taut back muscles, as their lips met again. After necking like high school boys for a minute, the impatience of high school boys overtook them. They grabbed at each other's tee-shirts, trying to pull them off, laughing as they became a tangle of arms, cotton, and lips. When the tee-shirts were on the carpet, they embraced again, and the first luscious skin on skin contact gave Mike a rush of deep warmth, starting in his chest and radiating to his abdomen.
"Oh, god," he muttered indistinctly, because his tongue and his lips were busy with Billie Joe's right ear, "what the fuck are we doing?" "Shhhhhh....don't think, just enjoy,....which I can tell you already are," Billie Joe purred as he rubbed his hand over the unmistakable bulge in Mike's pants. Mike groaned, and Billie Joe pushed him back gently onto the bed. He leaned over him, kissed him on the lips, than slowly worked his way down his chest, getting pleasure from the involuntary squirm and moan elicited when he sucked his nipple, flicking his tongue lightly back and forth. When he reached his belt, Billie knelt down on the ground between Mike's legs, which were hanging over the side of the bed. He undid the buckle and zipper, and Mike wordlessly lifted his hips as his pants were pulled off. He shuddered as he felt the guitarist's calloused left hand slide under his buttock, the smooth right hand cup his balls, and then finally, a million years later, the soft warm tongue gliding over the tip of his cock, followed by the sensation of total warm, moist envelopment. Mike moaned and sat up and stroked the disheveled dark hair, filled with a sensation that was certainly physical, but augmented by a feeling of overwhelming....tenderness...as he watched Billie Joe give him the best head he had ever received in his life.
Mike moved his hands to Billie Joe's jaw and softly lifted him up. In answer to the questioning look, he smiled. "It's a little unfair, don't you think? I'm naked, and your pants are still on." He pulled Billie Joe to standing in front of him, and undid and slid off the tight black pants and studded buckle that made him incredibly sexy to men as well as woman. Billie Joe placed his hands on the seated man's shoulders for balance and kicked the pants off. With a non-chalance that proved that he knew exactly what he was doing, he stepped back to give his partner the full effect. And although the sight was nothing that Mike hadn't seen a thousand times before--after all, back in the day, Billie Joe was known for dropping trou, lifting his guitar, and giving the whole audience a view-- as he stared at the lithe tattooed form in front of him, he inhaled sharply, unable to catch his breath, overwhelmed by the sight of him just standing there, smooth, sinewy, and with that amazing hardness growing out of the dark tangled mass of hair. Billie Joe liked to joke about having a small penis, but it was just a joke. Billie gave a sly teasing smile, his green eyes flashing. "You like?"
Mike groaned. "Come 'ere," he managed to croak.
Billie Joe stepped forward, and sat next to Mike on the bed. He placed his lips close to his ear, and whispered "Mike, please fuck me." Mike pulled the smaller man closer to him, forced his mouth on his and they greedily, hungrily kissed, hands on each others cocks. They scooted back and stretched out on the bed, the effect of the full body contact from lips to feet hit them both like an electric shock. Mike reached down between Billie Joe's thighs, and extended a finger to gently stroke the nerve filled area behind his scrotum. Billie Joe arched his head back, and threw one of his legs over Mike's hip, emitting a long, low "uuuggggghhhhh", and now it was Mike's turn to enjoy the feeling of control. After a few minutes of rising tension and mutual anticipation, Mike started moving down the bed. As he did, Billie Joe disentangled, reached over the side of his bed, and grabbed something from his overnight bag. He threw the tube of K-Y at Mike, who caught it and laughed, "How convenient."
Mike rolled Billie Joe so that he was on his side, then placed his head on his lower thigh, pushing Billie's upper leg so his knee was almost near his chest. Now Mike stroked Billie's cock with one hand, while his tongue danced around his balls, then his perineum, then when he sensed the growing frustration building, began to flick his tongue around his anus. Billie reached down to join Mike's hand on his cock, but Mike pushed it away. "No, not yet....I didn't say you could come yet." "Miiiikeee" he whined, wincing at being denied, "please, oh fucking shit, pleeeeeeease......." Mike placed some K-Y on his fingers, than pressed hard on Billie Joe's entrance until he felt the muscles relax and open up. He slowly inserted one finger, hearing his sharp pain/pleasure gasp, then another, then a third. As he moved his fingers rhythmically, Billie Joe bucking his hips with him, Mike leaned down and slowly took the tip of Billie Joe's penis into his mouth, languorously sucking it. Billie Joe could take it no more. "Mike, fuck me now...now," came the strangled cry.
Mike pulled his fingers out, and stroked his still hard and now aching cock with lube, and started to move behind the cute little ass on the bed. Billie grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "No, I want to see you," he ordered. Mike obediently reached for a pillow which he placed under Billie Joe's hips. He positioned himself between his spread legs, and slowly, deliberately pushed his cock against Billie's hole. When he felt the involuntary muscle relaxation, Mike placed his hands on either side of Billie Joe's waist, and entered him with a slow, firm thrust. With every rhythmic push, each man approached that delirious state where you feel that you will explode or lose your mind, or both. Mike lowered down to his forearms, intensifying the experience for both of them, increasing the tightness of Billie Joe's body around him, and increasing the friction between Billie's cock and his abdomen.
After only a few minutes, Billie Joe had reached his end. He dug his fingernails deep into Mike's back, and his guttural sounds turned to near shouting--OHGODOHFUCKOHGODMIKEMIKEI'MCOMINGOHFUCKOHSHITMIKEAHHHAAHHHHAHHHHHHH. Mike felt the warm spurts on his lower body, and that, along with the sound and vision of Billie Joe's face as he came, sent Mike tumbling over the edge into the abyss, spasms wracking his whole body, while he desperately tried to breath. He pulled out and flopped onto his back, spent. When they had managed to catch their breaths, they rolled on to their sides, green eyes staring at blue eyes staring back, and said nothing.
Author: revid
Rating: PG-13/NC-17/PG-13
Pairing: Billie Joe/Mike
Disclaimer: It's called RPS Fiction for a reason: It's FICTION!
Notes: Well, I was just hoping for a few polite "nice effort" comments; thank you so much for all your compliments! There's a lot of expository writing because, to be frank, I suck at dialog. And damn, no one told me writing sex scenes was so hard! Hopefully, no one breaks out in giggles and starts humming 70's porn music.
Part 1
Gulp...Here's Part 2
When they got into the bedroom, Billie Joe turned and pushed Mike around so he was standing against the bed. He placed his hands around Mike's back, pulling up his tee-shirt, rubbing his taut back muscles, as their lips met again. After necking like high school boys for a minute, the impatience of high school boys overtook them. They grabbed at each other's tee-shirts, trying to pull them off, laughing as they became a tangle of arms, cotton, and lips. When the tee-shirts were on the carpet, they embraced again, and the first luscious skin on skin contact gave Mike a rush of deep warmth, starting in his chest and radiating to his abdomen.
"Oh, god," he muttered indistinctly, because his tongue and his lips were busy with Billie Joe's right ear, "what the fuck are we doing?" "Shhhhhh....don't think, just enjoy,....which I can tell you already are," Billie Joe purred as he rubbed his hand over the unmistakable bulge in Mike's pants. Mike groaned, and Billie Joe pushed him back gently onto the bed. He leaned over him, kissed him on the lips, than slowly worked his way down his chest, getting pleasure from the involuntary squirm and moan elicited when he sucked his nipple, flicking his tongue lightly back and forth. When he reached his belt, Billie knelt down on the ground between Mike's legs, which were hanging over the side of the bed. He undid the buckle and zipper, and Mike wordlessly lifted his hips as his pants were pulled off. He shuddered as he felt the guitarist's calloused left hand slide under his buttock, the smooth right hand cup his balls, and then finally, a million years later, the soft warm tongue gliding over the tip of his cock, followed by the sensation of total warm, moist envelopment. Mike moaned and sat up and stroked the disheveled dark hair, filled with a sensation that was certainly physical, but augmented by a feeling of overwhelming....tenderness...as he watched Billie Joe give him the best head he had ever received in his life.
Mike moved his hands to Billie Joe's jaw and softly lifted him up. In answer to the questioning look, he smiled. "It's a little unfair, don't you think? I'm naked, and your pants are still on." He pulled Billie Joe to standing in front of him, and undid and slid off the tight black pants and studded buckle that made him incredibly sexy to men as well as woman. Billie Joe placed his hands on the seated man's shoulders for balance and kicked the pants off. With a non-chalance that proved that he knew exactly what he was doing, he stepped back to give his partner the full effect. And although the sight was nothing that Mike hadn't seen a thousand times before--after all, back in the day, Billie Joe was known for dropping trou, lifting his guitar, and giving the whole audience a view-- as he stared at the lithe tattooed form in front of him, he inhaled sharply, unable to catch his breath, overwhelmed by the sight of him just standing there, smooth, sinewy, and with that amazing hardness growing out of the dark tangled mass of hair. Billie Joe liked to joke about having a small penis, but it was just a joke. Billie gave a sly teasing smile, his green eyes flashing. "You like?"
Mike groaned. "Come 'ere," he managed to croak.
Billie Joe stepped forward, and sat next to Mike on the bed. He placed his lips close to his ear, and whispered "Mike, please fuck me." Mike pulled the smaller man closer to him, forced his mouth on his and they greedily, hungrily kissed, hands on each others cocks. They scooted back and stretched out on the bed, the effect of the full body contact from lips to feet hit them both like an electric shock. Mike reached down between Billie Joe's thighs, and extended a finger to gently stroke the nerve filled area behind his scrotum. Billie Joe arched his head back, and threw one of his legs over Mike's hip, emitting a long, low "uuuggggghhhhh", and now it was Mike's turn to enjoy the feeling of control. After a few minutes of rising tension and mutual anticipation, Mike started moving down the bed. As he did, Billie Joe disentangled, reached over the side of his bed, and grabbed something from his overnight bag. He threw the tube of K-Y at Mike, who caught it and laughed, "How convenient."
Mike rolled Billie Joe so that he was on his side, then placed his head on his lower thigh, pushing Billie's upper leg so his knee was almost near his chest. Now Mike stroked Billie's cock with one hand, while his tongue danced around his balls, then his perineum, then when he sensed the growing frustration building, began to flick his tongue around his anus. Billie reached down to join Mike's hand on his cock, but Mike pushed it away. "No, not yet....I didn't say you could come yet." "Miiiikeee" he whined, wincing at being denied, "please, oh fucking shit, pleeeeeeease......." Mike placed some K-Y on his fingers, than pressed hard on Billie Joe's entrance until he felt the muscles relax and open up. He slowly inserted one finger, hearing his sharp pain/pleasure gasp, then another, then a third. As he moved his fingers rhythmically, Billie Joe bucking his hips with him, Mike leaned down and slowly took the tip of Billie Joe's penis into his mouth, languorously sucking it. Billie Joe could take it no more. "Mike, fuck me now...now," came the strangled cry.
Mike pulled his fingers out, and stroked his still hard and now aching cock with lube, and started to move behind the cute little ass on the bed. Billie grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "No, I want to see you," he ordered. Mike obediently reached for a pillow which he placed under Billie Joe's hips. He positioned himself between his spread legs, and slowly, deliberately pushed his cock against Billie's hole. When he felt the involuntary muscle relaxation, Mike placed his hands on either side of Billie Joe's waist, and entered him with a slow, firm thrust. With every rhythmic push, each man approached that delirious state where you feel that you will explode or lose your mind, or both. Mike lowered down to his forearms, intensifying the experience for both of them, increasing the tightness of Billie Joe's body around him, and increasing the friction between Billie's cock and his abdomen.
After only a few minutes, Billie Joe had reached his end. He dug his fingernails deep into Mike's back, and his guttural sounds turned to near shouting--OHGODOHFUCKOHGODMIKEMIKEI'MCOMINGOHFUCKOHSHITMIKEAHHHAAHHHHAHHHHHHH. Mike felt the warm spurts on his lower body, and that, along with the sound and vision of Billie Joe's face as he came, sent Mike tumbling over the edge into the abyss, spasms wracking his whole body, while he desperately tried to breath. He pulled out and flopped onto his back, spent. When they had managed to catch their breaths, they rolled on to their sides, green eyes staring at blue eyes staring back, and said nothing.
