Distraction

It’s never occurred to Billie to learn how to play the drums, so the first time Tre offers to teach him he waves a hand dismissively and turns back to his beer, thinking about girls and certain parts of girls.

The second time Tre brings it up, he suggests that Billie show him how to play the guitar after Tre teaches him to play the drums. Billie smirks. The band doesn’t need another guitar player. He turns back to his beer, thinking about men and certain parts of men.

The third time Tre offers, he is sitting on his stool behind his drumkit. He looks Billie in the eyes and pats his thigh suggestively, a wry smile on his face, and Billie, who is thinking about Tre and certain parts of Tre, decides that learning to play the drums would be a good idea.

It would probably be easier if Billie were sitting on the stool rather than Tre’s lap while practising, and it would definitely be simpler if something hard weren’t digging into him. Tre obviously has more on his mind than just band practise.

Ten minutes later, Billie is fumbling with a second condom having torn the first one in his haste to put it on Tre, who has squeezed out nearly a whole tube of lube in his excitement. The excess is slathered down Billie’s chest and thighs and staining the bedsheets, and they decide on a mutual blowjob for now.

Neither of them manages not to gag, and both of them will need to check their teeth for pubes later, and Billie swallows while Tre spits. It’s not perfect sex, at least not by the standards of the porn films they’ve watched where nobody chokes and there is no pubic hair to worry about and nobody has come dribbling down one side of their face, but it’s perfect to Billie because this is the first time he’s done this with a man, and it’s dirty and rough and everything he expected Tre to be.

Billie does eventually learn to play the drums with Tre’s help. As for the condoms, he uses a banana to get it right.