Better than the Game
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › Green Day
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,913
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Green Day. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Better than the Game
Disclaimer: Me no own Green Day. Also, no fucking. This never happened. No money made. Song is property of Sarah McLachlan.
A/N: Heh . . . never mind. ::hides::
Better than the Game
Give us a tantrum
And a know it all grin
Billie Joe hates football. With a passion. No one knows why, but Billie Joe hates football. Unfortunately, Billie Joe's boyfriend loves football. And Billie Joe's boyfriend wants to watch the playoffs.
"Mi-ike! Change the channel. This is boring." Billie whined from the couch.
"Shut up!" Mike said, his eyes never leaving the screen. He didn't look away until a beer commerical came on. "Now, what were you bitching about?"
"I don't wanna watch football!" Billie said, crossing his arms and pouting.
"I don't understand why you hate it so much. You're a disgrace to American men everywhere."
"It's a bunch of guys chasing a ball. It's stupid." Billie maintained.
"Shhh." Mike said. "Game's back on."
Billie satisfied himself for a few seconds by throwing popcorn at his boyfriend, who batted at it irritably for a moment before quickly turning his head. "Knock it the fuck off, Billie Joe."
So then, abandoning the stale popcorn, Billie crossed the room and stood behind Mike's chair, his hands coming up to massage his boyfriend's neck and shoulders. "Michael."
"Go! Go! Go! God dammit!" Mike screamed at the television set. There was another commercial. "Billie?"
"Yeah?"
"What are you doing?"
"Massaging your neck."
"Why?"
"'Cosmo' says 70% of massages lead to sex." Billie said happily.
"Billie, the game's on." Mike complained.
"But I don't want to watch the game!" Billie whined. "It's dumb."
Mike reached behind him and, with much effort, pulled Billie Joe over the back of the chair and into his lap.
"You do love me!" Billie Joe cried, kissing his boyfriend on the lips.
"You're the biggest idiot I've ever met." Mike said when Billie Joe started kissing his neck.
Then came the "fuck" as Billie Joe's hands slipped into Mike's pants, teasing an already hardening member.
Mike stared at the TV, trying to act cool and suave, but he wasn't paying attention in the slightest. He heard Billie Joe undo his zipper and gasped as his boyfriend's mouth engulfed him.
He tried to hold as still as possible, clenching the arms of the chair and gritting his teeth together. And he succeeded for the most part until Billie Joe decided to put his teeth to use.
"Fuck!" Mike bucked into Billie's mouth involuntarily.
Billie pulled away for a second. "Better than the game?"
Mike swore and pushed Billie Joe onto the floor, straddling his waist. His hands made quick work of Billie Joe's black pants and they were quickly thrown across the room along with his own. "You are the biggest slut I know."
"Awww . . . that's so sweet."
Billie gasped as a saliva coated finger slipped inside him, quickly followed by another. He screamed in sheer ecstasy as Mike pushed into his body, still lubricated from the blowjob Billie hadn't finished.
"God, you scream like a girl."
"I'll take that as a compliment coming from the man who cries everytime we watch 'Titanic'." Billie said through moans.
"You're such a bitch, Billie Joe."
"I'm your bitch."
"Fucked up in the head."
"Really? I thought I was getting fucked in the ass."
Mike pressed his lips to his boyfriend's to silence him. Unfortunately for him, they had to come up for breath and Billie Joe didn't like being quiet.
"I think we should get married." Billie Joe said, deciding to comment on the most random thing that popped into his head, which was the article on the cover of the People magazine across from him. Someone was marrying someone.
"You're proposing to me while we fuck?"
"Why not? You said we should move in together while I was giving you a blowjob."
"But you're the girl in the relationship, Billie Joe. You can't propose."
"Women's lib!" Billie shrieked as Mike continued to fuck him. "Sexist pig!"
"Well, now I'm definently not going to marry you."
"Are too."
"And why's that?"
"Because I'd look cute in a wedding dress."
"You're such a queer, Billie Joe."
"I know . . . ohhhh!" The smaller man arched his back as he came, collapsing onto the floor panting as he felt Mike come inside of him.
They lay on the floor for awhile. "So, will you marry me?" Billie asked.
"On one condition."
"What's that?"
"There is no way in hell you're wearing a wedding dress."
---
What the fuck is wrong with me? And I know you probably couldn't have a conversation like that during sex, but I don't care. And the wedding thing . . . well it was just as random while I was writing as it was in the story.
A/N: Heh . . . never mind. ::hides::
Better than the Game
Give us a tantrum
And a know it all grin
Billie Joe hates football. With a passion. No one knows why, but Billie Joe hates football. Unfortunately, Billie Joe's boyfriend loves football. And Billie Joe's boyfriend wants to watch the playoffs.
"Mi-ike! Change the channel. This is boring." Billie whined from the couch.
"Shut up!" Mike said, his eyes never leaving the screen. He didn't look away until a beer commerical came on. "Now, what were you bitching about?"
"I don't wanna watch football!" Billie said, crossing his arms and pouting.
"I don't understand why you hate it so much. You're a disgrace to American men everywhere."
"It's a bunch of guys chasing a ball. It's stupid." Billie maintained.
"Shhh." Mike said. "Game's back on."
Billie satisfied himself for a few seconds by throwing popcorn at his boyfriend, who batted at it irritably for a moment before quickly turning his head. "Knock it the fuck off, Billie Joe."
So then, abandoning the stale popcorn, Billie crossed the room and stood behind Mike's chair, his hands coming up to massage his boyfriend's neck and shoulders. "Michael."
"Go! Go! Go! God dammit!" Mike screamed at the television set. There was another commercial. "Billie?"
"Yeah?"
"What are you doing?"
"Massaging your neck."
"Why?"
"'Cosmo' says 70% of massages lead to sex." Billie said happily.
"Billie, the game's on." Mike complained.
"But I don't want to watch the game!" Billie whined. "It's dumb."
Mike reached behind him and, with much effort, pulled Billie Joe over the back of the chair and into his lap.
"You do love me!" Billie Joe cried, kissing his boyfriend on the lips.
"You're the biggest idiot I've ever met." Mike said when Billie Joe started kissing his neck.
Then came the "fuck" as Billie Joe's hands slipped into Mike's pants, teasing an already hardening member.
Mike stared at the TV, trying to act cool and suave, but he wasn't paying attention in the slightest. He heard Billie Joe undo his zipper and gasped as his boyfriend's mouth engulfed him.
He tried to hold as still as possible, clenching the arms of the chair and gritting his teeth together. And he succeeded for the most part until Billie Joe decided to put his teeth to use.
"Fuck!" Mike bucked into Billie's mouth involuntarily.
Billie pulled away for a second. "Better than the game?"
Mike swore and pushed Billie Joe onto the floor, straddling his waist. His hands made quick work of Billie Joe's black pants and they were quickly thrown across the room along with his own. "You are the biggest slut I know."
"Awww . . . that's so sweet."
Billie gasped as a saliva coated finger slipped inside him, quickly followed by another. He screamed in sheer ecstasy as Mike pushed into his body, still lubricated from the blowjob Billie hadn't finished.
"God, you scream like a girl."
"I'll take that as a compliment coming from the man who cries everytime we watch 'Titanic'." Billie said through moans.
"You're such a bitch, Billie Joe."
"I'm your bitch."
"Fucked up in the head."
"Really? I thought I was getting fucked in the ass."
Mike pressed his lips to his boyfriend's to silence him. Unfortunately for him, they had to come up for breath and Billie Joe didn't like being quiet.
"I think we should get married." Billie Joe said, deciding to comment on the most random thing that popped into his head, which was the article on the cover of the People magazine across from him. Someone was marrying someone.
"You're proposing to me while we fuck?"
"Why not? You said we should move in together while I was giving you a blowjob."
"But you're the girl in the relationship, Billie Joe. You can't propose."
"Women's lib!" Billie shrieked as Mike continued to fuck him. "Sexist pig!"
"Well, now I'm definently not going to marry you."
"Are too."
"And why's that?"
"Because I'd look cute in a wedding dress."
"You're such a queer, Billie Joe."
"I know . . . ohhhh!" The smaller man arched his back as he came, collapsing onto the floor panting as he felt Mike come inside of him.
They lay on the floor for awhile. "So, will you marry me?" Billie asked.
"On one condition."
"What's that?"
"There is no way in hell you're wearing a wedding dress."
---
What the fuck is wrong with me? And I know you probably couldn't have a conversation like that during sex, but I don't care. And the wedding thing . . . well it was just as random while I was writing as it was in the story.