Billie Joe/Billy Martin, chapter 1
Billie Joe Armstrong was unsure. He shivered as he pulled his ancient, tattered jacket around himself, fighting against the vicious midnight wind. He felt a shiver rack his body as he watched the younger, gothed-out rock star gently strumming his guitar; from cold or fear or just plain unsheltered attractedness, he wasn't sure.
He knew he looked like shit. His dirty hair was thick with night time dew, and sticking to his forehead; his ragged black Dickies were falling off his bony hips. He blew a puff of steam into his shaking hands. No matter how many times he did this, he would always be unsure.
Billy Martin sat on the edge of a mossy rock, the water lapping at his skinny ankles. The barren, desolate beach was nearly empty, the strained reminders of the beach party that wasn't really still floating around. The wind and rain had driven most of the guests of the 21st to a trendier, indoors venue, but Billy loved it out here. This was his sanctuary. The slippery pebbles, the grainy sand looking almost black - and no wonder. It was nearly midnight. Billy sighed and kicked at the water, gently. He loved to just bring his guitar out here and strum.
But the guiding hand of fate helped him lay down his guitar and notice the strange silhouette in the distance. The figure was definitely male, but Billy could only make out a dark woollen cap and a long, battered jacket. Billy let his thoughts travel. A gentle hand, a few whispered words, a dark, sheltered area so that the figure wouldn't see his inexperienced blush... Billy swallowed.
Blinking raindrops out of his eyes, Billy studied the figure as it seemed to move towards him, though that could have been an illusion of the vicious wind. He looked like... But no. only in Billy's deepest, darkest fantasies, the ones he would never share with another soul...
"Hello," a voice said, and suddenly the figure, the fantasy, became all too real.
"Hi," Billy replied slowly, his voice hoarse. He moved slightly on his mossy rock, hoping that Billie Joe would take that as an invitation to sit. Billie Joe sat.
The two dark-haired, guitar playing pin up gods sat, each as sexy as each other, their shared uncertainty matched only by their undeniable lust for each other. Each was viciously fighting it, but their attraction for each other was so powerful that their self-control was hanging on by a single, unstable thread...
Billie Joe was the first to make a move. He reached up and slipped his hand through Billy's hair, pulling Billy's face a little closer to his own. Their eyes locked in a mutual, undeniable understanding. They both knew what was to come.
It was only a short, slippery walk to the private, sheltered caves alongside the desolate beach. Billy led the way, his feet slipping uncertainly over the unstable pebbles. Billie Joe was not far behind, his eager green eyes never leaving his companion's back.
Billy was lying on the floor of the cave when Billie Joe reached him, his hands propping up his head, his legs outstretched. Billie Joe wasn't surprised at the feelings that raked through his body when he saw Billy looking all vulnerable and sexy like that. He blinked his emerald-green eyes. The cave offered little light, so the only way he would be able to see Billy clearly would be to get much, much closer...
Billie Joe thought about kneeling, but lust gave out and he lay next to Billy, breathing evenly. His hand grazed Billy's chest and Billy let out a tiny, barely audible gasp as Billie Joe placed his lips on his...
They continued in a similar fashion for a while, with their lips locked together, and with Billie Joe's hand resting on Billy's stomach - but sliding lower all the time. His hand grazed the bare patch of skin between Billy's black top and pants, and then his hand was resting on an elusive belt buckle - then sliding slowly under...
"Billie Joe." His name was uttered suddenly, with none of the gasping enthusiasm he would have preferred. He paused, unsure of what to do next. Eventually he took his hand from Billy's belt and pulled himself into a sitting position, suddenly feeling cold now that Billy's warm body was not against his.
"It's just... " Billy fumbled. "I've never... done this before. I definitely want to, but... " Even in the near blackness, their eyes locked, each looking as dark and deep as each other. Have I ruined this? Billy thought desperately.
He was consoled by a pair of warm, shaking arms wrapping themselves around him. "It's okay." Their lips met once again, and this time, Billie Joe stopped to kiss Billy's neck - gently.
"Is this okay?" He asked, words met with a loud, throaty moan. Billie Joe smiled and slowly kissed his way lower down his companion's neck, then over a protruding, exposed collarbone. Billy sighed, biting his lip. Billie Joe fumbled with a couple of rather unnecessary shirt buttons, pulling Billy's shirt away from his gasping body. His eyes were fixated on Billy's bare, pale chest heaving slowly in and out. He brought his mouth down to Billy's chest, brushing his lips against his bare stomach, his tongue against his bare skin.
And Billie Joe brought his mouth back up to his companions face, gently biting at his ear, whispering something about there being a reason for his initials. Billy gasped and resisted the urge to push his companion's head lower, and Billie Joe, sensing his impatience, kissed his way back down his quivering body...
Now there was just that annoying pair of pants to get Billy out of, and a complicated belt buckle that Billy was only too happy to assist with. Billie Joe slid the pants off Billy's legs, letting in a sharp intake of breath at the near-naked sight of him. Billie Joe swallowed as he reached for the waistband of Billy's black, tent-like underpants...
Billie Joe's soft mouth and deft tongue took slowly over. Billy let out a gasp. His breath was coming out in ragged gasps, and his hands were clenched in small fists. He let his eyes close; let the blackness engulf him, till all he could feel was Billie Joe, and Billie Joe's mouth. He had imagined this before, of course, but he could never imagine it feeling like this...
And, with one last, gasping moan of a breath it was over, Billy a panting, ragged heap, his black hair adorably askew, his body weak and spent. Billie Joe, satisfied with Billy's pleasure, settled in beside Billy for a good half hour, their breath heaving, their bodies intertwined. Both of them might have been happy enough to stay curled up together forever, but there was more to come.
It was Billie Joe's turn.
This time it was Billy's hands that strayed slowly down his companion's body, grappling with shirt buttons, disposing of shirts and belt buckles, fumbling with the button on a pair of Dickies and slowly, slowly pulling off a now-too-small pair of boxers.
And Billy let his mouth do the rest. Billie Joe guided him a little, but pleasure and Billy Martin took over and my gosh, he was getting the hang of it rather quick! It wasn't long before Billie Joe, also, was feeling things new and surreal. He had felt these things before, of course, but never... never like this...
And when Billie Joe's turn was through, they fell asleep together, Billie Joe's arms wound tight around his partner, a pale cheek pressed to a bare chest, a hand and a hand gently interwoven. The rain was starting to beat down again, and the night was nearly over. In the morning one of them would be gone, but that night would be something that each of them would cling to for the rest of their lives.
He knew he looked like shit. His dirty hair was thick with night time dew, and sticking to his forehead; his ragged black Dickies were falling off his bony hips. He blew a puff of steam into his shaking hands. No matter how many times he did this, he would always be unsure.
Billy Martin sat on the edge of a mossy rock, the water lapping at his skinny ankles. The barren, desolate beach was nearly empty, the strained reminders of the beach party that wasn't really still floating around. The wind and rain had driven most of the guests of the 21st to a trendier, indoors venue, but Billy loved it out here. This was his sanctuary. The slippery pebbles, the grainy sand looking almost black - and no wonder. It was nearly midnight. Billy sighed and kicked at the water, gently. He loved to just bring his guitar out here and strum.
But the guiding hand of fate helped him lay down his guitar and notice the strange silhouette in the distance. The figure was definitely male, but Billy could only make out a dark woollen cap and a long, battered jacket. Billy let his thoughts travel. A gentle hand, a few whispered words, a dark, sheltered area so that the figure wouldn't see his inexperienced blush... Billy swallowed.
Blinking raindrops out of his eyes, Billy studied the figure as it seemed to move towards him, though that could have been an illusion of the vicious wind. He looked like... But no. only in Billy's deepest, darkest fantasies, the ones he would never share with another soul...
"Hello," a voice said, and suddenly the figure, the fantasy, became all too real.
"Hi," Billy replied slowly, his voice hoarse. He moved slightly on his mossy rock, hoping that Billie Joe would take that as an invitation to sit. Billie Joe sat.
The two dark-haired, guitar playing pin up gods sat, each as sexy as each other, their shared uncertainty matched only by their undeniable lust for each other. Each was viciously fighting it, but their attraction for each other was so powerful that their self-control was hanging on by a single, unstable thread...
Billie Joe was the first to make a move. He reached up and slipped his hand through Billy's hair, pulling Billy's face a little closer to his own. Their eyes locked in a mutual, undeniable understanding. They both knew what was to come.
It was only a short, slippery walk to the private, sheltered caves alongside the desolate beach. Billy led the way, his feet slipping uncertainly over the unstable pebbles. Billie Joe was not far behind, his eager green eyes never leaving his companion's back.
Billy was lying on the floor of the cave when Billie Joe reached him, his hands propping up his head, his legs outstretched. Billie Joe wasn't surprised at the feelings that raked through his body when he saw Billy looking all vulnerable and sexy like that. He blinked his emerald-green eyes. The cave offered little light, so the only way he would be able to see Billy clearly would be to get much, much closer...
Billie Joe thought about kneeling, but lust gave out and he lay next to Billy, breathing evenly. His hand grazed Billy's chest and Billy let out a tiny, barely audible gasp as Billie Joe placed his lips on his...
They continued in a similar fashion for a while, with their lips locked together, and with Billie Joe's hand resting on Billy's stomach - but sliding lower all the time. His hand grazed the bare patch of skin between Billy's black top and pants, and then his hand was resting on an elusive belt buckle - then sliding slowly under...
"Billie Joe." His name was uttered suddenly, with none of the gasping enthusiasm he would have preferred. He paused, unsure of what to do next. Eventually he took his hand from Billy's belt and pulled himself into a sitting position, suddenly feeling cold now that Billy's warm body was not against his.
"It's just... " Billy fumbled. "I've never... done this before. I definitely want to, but... " Even in the near blackness, their eyes locked, each looking as dark and deep as each other. Have I ruined this? Billy thought desperately.
He was consoled by a pair of warm, shaking arms wrapping themselves around him. "It's okay." Their lips met once again, and this time, Billie Joe stopped to kiss Billy's neck - gently.
"Is this okay?" He asked, words met with a loud, throaty moan. Billie Joe smiled and slowly kissed his way lower down his companion's neck, then over a protruding, exposed collarbone. Billy sighed, biting his lip. Billie Joe fumbled with a couple of rather unnecessary shirt buttons, pulling Billy's shirt away from his gasping body. His eyes were fixated on Billy's bare, pale chest heaving slowly in and out. He brought his mouth down to Billy's chest, brushing his lips against his bare stomach, his tongue against his bare skin.
And Billie Joe brought his mouth back up to his companions face, gently biting at his ear, whispering something about there being a reason for his initials. Billy gasped and resisted the urge to push his companion's head lower, and Billie Joe, sensing his impatience, kissed his way back down his quivering body...
Now there was just that annoying pair of pants to get Billy out of, and a complicated belt buckle that Billy was only too happy to assist with. Billie Joe slid the pants off Billy's legs, letting in a sharp intake of breath at the near-naked sight of him. Billie Joe swallowed as he reached for the waistband of Billy's black, tent-like underpants...
Billie Joe's soft mouth and deft tongue took slowly over. Billy let out a gasp. His breath was coming out in ragged gasps, and his hands were clenched in small fists. He let his eyes close; let the blackness engulf him, till all he could feel was Billie Joe, and Billie Joe's mouth. He had imagined this before, of course, but he could never imagine it feeling like this...
And, with one last, gasping moan of a breath it was over, Billy a panting, ragged heap, his black hair adorably askew, his body weak and spent. Billie Joe, satisfied with Billy's pleasure, settled in beside Billy for a good half hour, their breath heaving, their bodies intertwined. Both of them might have been happy enough to stay curled up together forever, but there was more to come.
It was Billie Joe's turn.
This time it was Billy's hands that strayed slowly down his companion's body, grappling with shirt buttons, disposing of shirts and belt buckles, fumbling with the button on a pair of Dickies and slowly, slowly pulling off a now-too-small pair of boxers.
And Billy let his mouth do the rest. Billie Joe guided him a little, but pleasure and Billy Martin took over and my gosh, he was getting the hang of it rather quick! It wasn't long before Billie Joe, also, was feeling things new and surreal. He had felt these things before, of course, but never... never like this...
And when Billie Joe's turn was through, they fell asleep together, Billie Joe's arms wound tight around his partner, a pale cheek pressed to a bare chest, a hand and a hand gently interwoven. The rain was starting to beat down again, and the night was nearly over. In the morning one of them would be gone, but that night would be something that each of them would cling to for the rest of their lives.
