Green Eyes Staring, Thin Lips Swearing

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Blue Eyes Staring, Thin Lips Swearing
Part Two

"Mike . . ."

Billie thrust up into Mike's hand, moaning and swearing. "Enough fucking foreplay. I want you now, god dammit!"

Mike sat up and smirked, getting off the bed.

Billie sat straight up. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

Mike said nothing, just rummaged through Billie's suitcase. "Clothes your eyes and lay down."

"No fucking way."

"Do it or I'm going back to my room."

Slowly, Billie lay back down and closed his eyes, although he looked suspicious. He felt cloth around his wrist and opened his eyes. Mike was tying his wrist to the headboard with a black tie. "What the--"

"You need to learn how to to be patient." Mike said, tying the other wrist with a red tie. "And if you don't learn to keep quiet, I'm going to do your mouth next."

Billie just stared, his green eyes a bit shocked. He tested the restraints on his wrists and cursed himself for buying quality ties. At the same time . . . it was kind of kinky.

Mike pressed a kiss to Billie Joe's lips and kissed down his chest. Billie tried not to move, tried not to moan too loudly. "M-Mike . . ."

"Quiet." Billie could feel the moisture from Mike's breath on his skin.

"But Mike--"

Mike licked the slit of Billie's throbbing cock, then stood up, grabbed Billie's cigarettes and went out onto the balcony.

"Michael Ryan!" Billie shrieked.

Mike dropped the cigarettes in a chair, went back to the suitcase and got another tie. Billie struggled a bit, but Mike got the 'gag' on in the end. "Don't worry. You won't suffocate."

Then he disappeared onto the balcony again and had a cigarette. Billie Joe laid on the bed, feeling where each of the kisses Mike had pressed to his skin had been. His head rolled to the side and he closed his eyes. Tied to the bed . . . by Mike. It was so fucking hot.

He heard the door open. He didn't even bother to open his eyes. Mike would probably like it better this way.

"Not a sound. I'm proud of you, Billie Joe." Without a warning, Mike took Billie in his mouth.

A muffled shriek was heard, but Billie fought the rest of it. He couldn't even breathe that hard. He could feel his heart beating in his ears and Mike slowly took Billie all the way in, then his mouth slowly worked it's way back to the tip of Billie's cock. His tongue swiped across the slit and then he repeated the entire thing, almost a rhythm.

Then, as suddenly as it had started, he stopped.

Billie bit his cheek and didn't say anything. He saw Mike stick a finger in his mouth, then . . . Billie felt it slip inside of him. "Fuck." The word was muffled. As Mike stretched Billie and added another finger, his other hand came up to untie the makeshift gag.

"I think you've learned your lesson, don't you?"

Billie nodded, too drunk on the feeling of Mike stretching him to care. Mike pulled his fingers out and leaned over to Billie, whispering in his ear. "Do you have any lotion or something?"

"Red suitcase. The compartment inside."

Mike rummaged for a second, then smirked. Billie had a nice array of sex toys. He found the lube and logged the contents of the compartment away for another night.

Billie exhaled as he felt the icy sensation of lubricant inside of him, but said nothing. Not until he felt Mike pushing inside of him. "F-Fuck."

"You okay?" Mike paused and waited for Billie to nod before continuing to push in.

"Mike?" Billie whispered.

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

Mike smiled and traced his finger across Billie's cheek. "I love you, too."

The movements started then. Slow thrusts, but quickly working their way up to long ones. Mike would pull most of the way out and thrust back in, causing Billie to gasp and tug helplessly against his restraints.

"Those aren't coming off." Mike whispered, before thrusting into Billie again.

"But, I--"

"I can't stand to pull away from you and undo them." Another thrust and Billie cried out, his orgasm causing his come to erupt on his stomach. Mike followed suit and pulled out. Slowly, as if drunk, he undid Billie's restraints.

The stumbled to the shower and proceeded to wash each other, the smell of sex draining slowly down the drain. Mike briefly wondered how Billie managed to make his mouth taste so good as they shared wet kisses.

Mike paused for a second and ran his finger just next to the row of stitches on Billie's arm. "Never do that again, okay?"

And Billie's eyes met his, promise in them. "I won't."

"I love you."

"I know."

Mike gave Billie a look.

"I mean, I love you too."

And they kissed and suddenly that was enough. And it was forgotten that Mike had sucked some strange guy off and Billie had cut himself and that they had screamed at each other and that they had wasted eighteen years being afraid of their feelings.

Suddenly it was right.

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Okay, that ended up being a lot mushier than I planned and nowhere near as smutty. Oh, well. What did you guys think?