Up for the Challenge

Disclaimer: I don't own them, don't know them, don't fuck them, don't videotape them having sex, don't make money from the story. I do, however, regretfully own the entire concept (minus the sex) as it just FUCKING happened to me! ::cries:: I wish this would have happened to me when I got home. Nope, instead I had to write it and worry.

Song is property of Green Day, too.

Up for the Challenge

My brain drifts back to better days we've been through
Like sitting on blacktop of the school grounds

We've shared a hell of a lot. Our first joint, our first song. Billie taught me how to slow dance when I didn't know for the junior prom. Apparently his mom made him learn.

Our first kiss when I said I didn't know how and really, I just wanted to kiss him.

Now, Billie's sitting on his bed chewing on his fingernails that I painted less than two hours ago. He was coming to pick me up in his mom's car. Billie doesn't have a license or a permit. Billie isn't supposed to drive the car. The officer took Billie's information after he lied about losing his wallet at my house and he was going to get it. He said the next day Billie might get a ticket in the mail.

Billie's freaked.

I climb up on the bed behind him and start rubbing his shoulders through his thin tee shirt. "It'll be okay. It's Berkely, man. Someone'll get shot up tonight and he'll forget all about it."

"Mom's going to fucking flip." Billie said.

"Yeah, if she finds out. Which she won't." I assure him. I start to massage the muscles in his neck. "It'll be fine."

He nods, not really believing it. "Yeah."

I spin him around. "Quit moping or I'm going to have to find a way to distract you."

"I don't think you could."

"A challenge?" I question.

"Yup."

I brush the hair off his neck and slowly lower my lips to it, biting and suck at his pulse. To my surprise, Billie didn't pull away. He made this noise in the back of his throat and slowly started to run his fingers through my hair.

I pulled away from him, causing his hands to fall back to his sides. I think he was going to say something, until I tugged his shirt over his head. Then he just sort of stared at me with those huge green eyes of his. I put my hand on his bare chest and pushed him backward on the bed.

I started to plant kisses on his chest while he ran his under my shirt and across my shoulders. He swore something terrible when he felt my tongue start to circle his nipple. "Jesus fucking Christ."

"Forget yet?" I asked.

"Bitch." he said, glaring at me. I wasn't even looking at him, but I could feel it. I bit him.

That was when I noticed his hard on against the inside of my leg. And that's when I noticed I was hard as a rock.

Billie put his hand under my chin and lifted my face up. He was staring at me, looking scared out of his mind. He gulped a few times before he could get it out. "I want . . . I mean . . . doyouwannafuckme?"

I had to laugh. He looked so serious. "Of course I want to fuck you." I said. "I've wanted to since your birthday."

He nodded. "I-I guess we should get undressed then."

I'd never seen Billie Joe like this, all shy and innocent. It was fucking hot as hell.

My hands slipped to his belt and I fumbled with it for a second before I unzipped his black pants that were two sizes too big and made his mother scream about not buying clothes if they didn't fit.

I slid them down along with his boxers, smiling at the blush that crept on his face when his hard on just sort of sprung out. Slowly, I lowered my mouth to his cock, causing him to scream when my mouth finally took the tip in. "Fuck fuck fuck." He said it over and over as I continued with the blow job, which was a first Billie and I hadn't actually shared.

I pulled away before he came, causing him to whine. "Mi-ike."

"I thought you wanted me to fuck you?" I asked, discreetly licking one of my fingers.

"Fuck yes." He was kind of breathless and he moaned when I slipped my finger inside of him. "Oh fuck fuck fuck."

"In a minute." I said, laughing. I added another finger and slowly 'scissored' them. I'd read it in a book once.

He winced a little he said later, but I didn't notice it then. "Lotion's in there." he muttered, pointing at the desk.

Sighing, I pulled myself away from him long enough to get the bottle. He pulled it from me before I could open it and sat up. He poured some onto his hands and quickly, before he could change his mind I guess, he ran his hands across my cock, preparing me for the virginity I was about to take.

"Go slow?" he whispered after he wiped his hands on the sheets.

I nodded and positioned myself between his legs. I didn't want him on his knees. That wouldn't happen until later. I think it's a sort of whore position on your knees, which is why I save it for special occasions.

I pushed into him slowly and Billie bit his lip, stifling screams. He was whispering by the time I was completely inside of him. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck."

I had to smile. That was going to be my favorite word from now on. I waited for his eyes to open and for him to nod at me. Then they fluttered shut again. Billie's got fucking gorgeous eyelashes.

I started slow and he kept whispering the word 'fuck'. It was taking awhile to find it, but when I did hit the spot, his eyes flew open and another word escaped his lips. Or words rather. "Holy fucking shit. Do that again."

His lips were wet and he was whispering as I continued to thrust, but I couldn't hear what he was saying over my own groans and breathing and the sound of sex.

Then he tensed up and he came, collapsing after he was spent, his head turning to the side, eyes closed.

I grabbed his thin as I continued to thrust. "I want you to look at me. I want to see your eyes when I fill you."

I don't know how my fifteen year old mind managed to string those words together, but it happened. Billie stared at me with those big green eyes as I came inside of him. He moaned and started whispering again. This time I could hear it.

"Mike Mike Mike."

Oh fuck. Now that was hot.

I pulled out of him and we laid like that for a moment before we heard the front door open and shut. "Billie Joe?"

"Fuck." he said. I snickered, but we both scrambled for our clothes and got them on in record time. He hid the lotion under his pillow and grabbed some cologne, dousing us in that nasty shit.

"Forget about the ticket?" I asked.

The blood drained from his face.

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Okay. That helped me forget about the ticket I might be getting. Grrr...does anyone know? Is a citation the same as a ticket? Oh, and R&R. ::giggle::