Quiet in the Library!

Quiet in the Library

"Billie, we're supposed to be studying." Mike hissed. It wasn't that he was particularly attached to studying, just that the teacher monitoring their study hall was a bigger prick than their principal -- and that took a lot.

Billie rolled his eyes and continued to move his foot further up the inside of his boyfriend's leg. His pencil was moving back and forth on a sheet of paper, making vertical lines and nothing more. He smirked as his foot brushed Mike's inner thigh, causing his boyfriend to bite his lip and flush slightly.

"Billie, knock it off." Mike said in an undertone, giving his boyfriend a pointed look. He tried to shift in his chair and froze when Billie's foot lightly pressed directly onto his crotch.

Looking at the heat in Billie's green eyes, Mike was already half hard. He watched Billie nod toward the bookshelves, his black hair falling in his eyes. Mike should have shaken his head. He wanted to . . . but not nearly as much as he wanted Billie Joe at that particular moment.

Billie stood up and walked across the library, under the pretense of looking for a book. The biography section was in the farthest, darkest corner of the library. Countless people had participated in heated liplocking sessions there, but Billie had yet to hear of a couple having sex in this particular location.

Mike slipped in next to the biographies a few minutes later, clearly half terrified, half excited out of his fifteen year old mind. "Billie, what are--"

Billie shook his head, placing his hand over Mike's mouth. "Sshh." he whispered. "You don't want any teachers showing up while we're fucking, do you? Unless you get off on that or something."

Mike pried Bille's hand away from his mouth. "We can't do that here." he hissed. "We'll get caught."

Billie giggled. "You're such a pessimist, Mike. No one comes back here. Well . . . to look for books." Mike blushed. "You prude." Billie wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck and pulled him down for a deep kiss that made Mike's fingertips tingle.

"Billie." Mike breathed when they separated. "We can't." But his voice was weaker, breathless. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning when he felt Billie's hand rubbing at the bulge in his jeans. "Billie . . ."

"Are you sure you want to go back to studying?" Billie whispered, his breath hot against Mike's skin. He smiled when the other boy weakly shook his head. "That's very good." Billie murmured, quickly undoing the button and zipper on Mike's jeans.

Billie's calloused fingers unhesitantly slipped into Mike's boxers, stroking his cock, smirking when Mike bit his lip nearly to the point of drawing blood to keep from moaning. He pressed against Billie's hand, making a small noise in the back of the throat when the other boy pulled away.

Billie gave his patented 'whore-smile' as Mike called it before quickly dropping his own jeans and turning, bracing himself against the bookshelf in front of him. He gave a sharp intake of breath when he felt Mike's saliva-coated finger pressing inside him.

Mike kissed his neck, lips then brushing his ear. "Love you, Billie Joe."

The head turned until two green eyes stared into two blue. "Fuck me, Mike."

Mike added another finger, scissoring them before he quietly spit in his hand, coating his length. The terror of getting caught was making him want to fuck Billie harder than he ever had in his life. But knowing the saliva was not a good enough lubricant for such thoughts, he slowly pressed inside the other boy, feeling him tense and then slowly relax.

He waited for the nod, waited for Billie's hair to fall in his eyes, waited until he knew those green eyes were such a light shade. Mike pulled out quickly, slamming back into Billie Joe. A moan caught in the green eyed boy's throat. "Mike." he managed to whisper before his boyfriend was thrusting into him at full speed and showing no signs of stopping.

Billie bit the inside of his cheek, tears forming in his eyes from not being able to make a sound. Mike bit his lip and closed his eyes, trying to focus on nothing but Billie Joe. Nothing but the hips that perfectly in his hands and the hot tightness that engulfed him.

He tasted metallic blood when he felt Billie Joe tightened around him. He saw beads of sweat running down his boyfriend's neck. Felt the shuddering and then he exploded, seeing stars as he released deep into the other boy.

Mike kissed the back of Billie's neck softly before slowly pulling out. Clothes were quickly pulled back on before they shared a mind numbing kiss. Billie smirked. "You look like you just had sex."

"You don't look much different." Mike said, tucking a strand of hair behind Billie's hair. "I love you."

"Love you more." Billie said, closing the space between them with a kiss.

They heard a giggle as a girl appeared around the corner, with a copy of a romance novel in her hand. "You must have had an awful time getting your book. I mean, all the ones on this side of the case wouldn't stop shaking."

Mike flushed scarlet while Billie Joe smirked.

* Four Years Later *

"Billie, we have midterms." Mike said, shaking his head. "We can't. If I don't get a B on this test I'm not going to make Dean's List."

"You're such a goody-goody, Mike." Billie teased.

"I am not." Mike protested. "I just want to get into a good grad school."

"Remind me why I'm going to college again." Billie said, flicking a paper football across the table.

"Because you're too smart to sit around on your ass and end up in a dead end job." Mike said, scribbling notes onto paper. "And because you said you would rather die than let me share a room with another guy."

Billie smiled. "Oh, yeah." He scooped up his paper football and flicked it across the table again.

"Stop that!" Mike snapped, lowering his voice when twenty people turned to stare at him. "You have to study, too." he said in a low voice. "I'm not going to have you flunk out of college because you're the horniest person on campus."

"But Mi-ike." Billie whined, flipping off the guy who glared at him. "We didn't do anything last night. We didn't even shower together." He forced tears into his eyes -- a newfound talent. "I love you."

"Billie . . ." Mike sighed, wishing he wasn't a sucker for those sparkling green eyes. "We'll do something tonight, all right? Just let me finish these chapters in Chem."

"Remember sophomore year?" Billie asked, de ja vu taking over Mike when a foot started snaking up the inside of his leg. "During that study hall?"

Mike pushed his chair away from the table, redness showing in his cheeks. "Of course I remember. But we didn't have finals." He snatched his books off the table and stormed off.

Billie Joe pursed his lips, throwing his paper football and the guy he had flipped off earlier. Stupid fucking midterms.

Mike sat down, glaring at his Chem book. "Oh, fuck it." he said, walking back to the elevator.

* * *

Mike pulled Billie down the rows of books by his wrist, pushing his boyfriend against the wall and pressing their lips together in a bruising kiss. "No sex." he murmured. "You wanted to play this game."

Billie felt tingles at the heat in Mike's voice.

"Get down on your knees." he said, unzipping his jeans.

Billie tugged them down around his ankles, along with his boxers. His tongue quickly flicked across the slit, licking up the precome on Mike's erect cock. His head bobbed back and forth as his mouth struggled to take more and more of Mike inside. Billie wanted to taste as much of his lover as possible.

Mike hissed when he felt himself hit the back of Billie's throat. He threaded his hands through the dark hair, allowing himself to give a soft moan. "Fuck, Billie Joe."

Billie's teeth lightly drug up the underside of Mike's cock as his tongue swirled across the head. Mike shuddered, gasping as he felt himself release. Billie eagerly swallowed every drop that shot down his throat, licking his lips before standing up and catching Mike's lips. They shared that taste before Mike looked down and smirked at Billie's hard on straining through his jeans.

"You better take care of that, babe."

Billie's eyes widened. "Wait. What?"

"I've still got to study." Mike said, smirking as he did his jeans back up.

"Mike!" Bille protested as his boyfriend disappeared in the rows of books. He bit his lip, unwilling to move another itch. Before the rational part of his brain could take over, his undid his belt and slipped his hands into his jeans, running his fingers over himself.

He pictured Mike, pictured forcing Mike to his knees, watching Mike submit to him. Pictured Mike moaning for him, licking every inch of his body, sucking on his earlobes, bruising his lips with hard painful kisses.

Billie's eyes flew open as he shot into his hand, giving a small cry when he saw Mike's face in front of him.

Billie collapsed on the floor, staring up at the blue eyed boy. "You bitch."

"Love you too, Billie Joe."

---Finished---