Missing You Through Cracked Elbows and Insults

Missing You Through Cracked Elbows and Insults
Part Two

Mike stepped through the door, somewhat confused when Billie Joe didn't maul him upon sight. "Billie?" he asked, shutting the door behind him and shrugging off his jacket.

"I'm in the living room." the older boy called. Mike thought he could detect a sense of nervousness in his boyfriend's voice.

Shrugging, the blonde moved through the house, freezing when he stepped into the living room. His eyes widened. "Billie . . . Jesus."

The other boy winced. I knew this was a bad idea.

Mike's blue eyes roamed his boyfriend's body. Billie's petite form was sheated in a black leather miniskirt and a skintight baby-doll shirt. His lips were painted bright red and his eyes were coated in blue eyeshadow and eyeliner. "Fuck."

Mike rushed across the room, pushing his boyfriend onto the couch, kissing him deeply, teeth tugging at the painted lips carnivorously. He felt Billie's hands move down his chest before rubbing at his erection. He moaned into his lover's mouth.

He reluctantly pulled away to stand up, hands moving to unzip his jeans, but Billie stood up and pushed his hands away. Red painted nails undid his jeans, tugging them down along with his boxers. Mike barely had time to take a breath before those coloured lips engulfed his cock.

Billie slipped the whole of Mike's cock into his mouth, teeth dragging lightly up the sensitive underside of the organ before his tongue swiped Mike's slit, savoring the flavor of his lover's pre-come.

Mike's hand moved to the back of Billie Joe's head, fingers twisting into his hair. "Oh fuck, baby. Yeah . . . God, Billie."

Mike made a sound close to whine when Billie pulled away, causing the younger man to smile. "I need you hard to fuck me." he said, standing up. He moved to tug his shirt off, but Mike stopped him.

"Oh, no, darling. You're not taking anything off. I want to see you ride me in that outfit." Mike kicked his jeans off before scooping Billie Joe into his arms and walking to their bedroom, dropping his boyfriend onto the bed. He tugged his shirt off before opening their bedstand drawer and fishing out a bottle of lube.

He got onto the bed, stradding his lover. Billie wrapped his arms around Mike's neck, pulling him down and beginning to suck and nibble at his neck. Mike bit the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning, opening the bottle of lube and squeezing some onto his fingers.

He rubbed them together before using his other hand to push up Billie Joe's skirt, smiling when he realized the boy wasn't wearing any underwear. He slowly snaked one slicked digit into his lover. Billie moaned against his skin, Mike's name breathy on his lips.

After Mike had slipped another finger into Billie, stretching him, he pulled away. Taking his cue, Billie pushed Mike backward onto the bed, a knee draped on either side of his boyfriend's hips. Slowly, he lowered himself onto Mike's cock.

A sharp intake of breath, a moan, a curse, names murmured.

Billie Joe slowly moved up and down until he felt himself relax. Then his movements became much quicker. He angeled himself and swore when Mike's hard cock hit that spot.

Mike stared at the vision of Billie Joe riding him in a skirt. Slowly he brought his hands up to Billie's hips, moving his fingers up and down, savoring the feel of leather under his skin. He watched Billie's made up eyes close and he bit his painted lips, moaning.

Then Billie moved off of Mike, causing the other man to swear. "What the fuck, Billie Joe?"

"Fuck me, Mike." the other man, pleaded. "Please? I want to be on my knees when you make me come."

Smiling, the other man nodded. Billie Joe quickly moved to his knees. Mike moved behind him, his hands coming up to graps Billie's leather encased hips. Quickly, he pressed himself inside the green-eyed boy. He moved quickly, trying to keep from exploding too soon.

To no avail. It only took a handful of thrusts before he felt his body tense. He shot into his boyfriend, screaming out the other's name.

Billie felt Mike release into him and that was all it took for him to explode, moaning and cursing. "Oh, fuck. Jesus, Mike."

They curled up on the bed, Billie Joe resting his head against Mike's chest.

"You have to dress up for me more often." Mike told his boyfriend. "You're damn cute as a girl, you know that, babe?"

Billie bit his lip and smiled. "When you saw me I thought you were going to freak out. In a bad way." he added.

"I love you." Mike said.

"Love you, too."

* * *

Billie was ordering take out when Mike sat down next to him on the couch, twisting his fingers. After Billie hung up the phone he turned to look at his boyfriend, slightly concerned. "Mikey ... what is it?"

Blue eyes looked at him. "Do you want to know why I went to Philadelphia?" he asked.

"Of course I do." Billie said. "I've wanted to know ever since you told me I couldn't know."

Mike laughed at that, before bringing a hand up to gently stroke Billie's cheek. "I love you, Billie Joe. So much."

"You're so mushy, Mike." Billie said, giggling.

"Billie ..." Mike sighed. "I'm trying to be serious."

Billie nodded. "Okay." he said. "Serious now. What is it?"

Mike leaned forward and gently kissed his boyfriend's lips. "I have a friend there. And, well ... he ... ah, fuck." He fished in his pocket, pulling out something Billie Joe couldn't see. "I want ..." He searched for the words frantically. Billie was the one who was good at this, not him. "I want you forever, Billie Joe."

"You have me forever." Billie said honestly, sincerely.

"I know. But ..." Mike opened his hand, exposing a gold band with a diamond chip in it. "Marry me, Billie Joe?"

Billie's eyes filled with tears and he smiled, nodding. "Yes." He threw his arms around his boyfriend. "I love you, Michael Dirnt. So much."

"I love you, too, Billie Joe. I love you, too."

---Finished---