This story contains a male homosexual pairing just so you're warned.
Features two members from Green Day. I don't own them, but damn if I did...
His Cute Little Slut
It wasn't fair, Mike decided, for Billie Joe to be so fucking cute. Not even hot, not beautiful . . . cute. With his smile and the way he cursed when he put his eyeliner and eyeshadow on and it didn't work right. And the way he would yell at people for using his hair gel. He was a cute spoiled brat.
And that laugh . . . and the little dirty jokes . . . and the way he actually blushed sometimes. Not a lot, but enough. Mike loved to watch Billie Joe blush.
But something would happen the next night to make Mike rethink the word 'cute'. Cute was reserved for something sweet. And while Billie Joe was the world's biggest pervert and dick and masturbation junkie (or pretty damn close to first place), he was still sweet. And he had look that were softer, more adrogynous. Billie could be a woman if he really wanted. That's what made him cute.
But cute was soon to be an outdated word.
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Billie Joe was usually pretty good about remembering to lock the adjoining door. He and Mike had hotel rooms next to each other. But when he came out of the shower with a raging hard on, he even forgot the door was open about an inch. And if you stood at an angle to that inch, you had a perfect view of his bed.
Billie opened one of his suitcases (he always packed as much shit as a chick, as Tre liked to put it). He fished around for a moment and found the items he wanted. Then he went to the minibar.
Mike came into his room a few minutes later, a smile plastered on his face. He opened up his own minibar and pulled out a beer, popped the top and sat down. He heard sound coming from the next room. Was Billie Joe watching porn again?
He pulled open his adjoining door, prepared to knock on Billie's door and tell him it might be a good idea not to have the TV so loud (even if it was hot as hell to imagine Billie jerking off--no, no . . . bad thoughts).
But when Mike pulled his door open, he saw that Billie's was already open, just an inch or so. But that wasn't the shock. The shock was what Mike saw happening on Billie's bed.
Billie's cock was completely erect and Billie was lightly stroking it while his other hand was using an ice cube to trace his nipples. The moans and gasps coming from Billie's wet lips stirred feelings in Mike . . . most noticeably in his dick.
Slowly, the ice melted away and Billie reached for another cube. He put the new bit of ice in his mouth to get it wet, then trailed it slowly from his collarbone down . . . past his nipples, past his belly button, past his throbbing cock, past his hips, and down to his ass. Mike saw Billie run the ice across the cleft of his ass before slowly slipping the ice inside of himself.
Mike's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Most guys usually just beat off when they masturbated. And while even he and used a finger or two on his ass before, Billie was making a full blown show out of this.
The ice was melting, causing a trail of water to drip onto the hotel's sheets. Billie started to work on his dick faster, illiciting more moans and even a hiss or two. His eyes were closed. Slowly, he worked the precome off himself and rubbed his fingers together, getting them wet . . . lubricated.
Mike quietly undid his own pants and let them cascade to the floor and then removed his boxers. He fisted his own cock and slowly started to jerk off to Billie. Not for the first time, but he'd certainly never been in this exact situation before.
Billie's fingers slowly drifted down to his hole and he worked first one into the opening. A second shortly followed. Mike watched as Billie quickly found it . . . the spot. His jaw dropped as he watched Billie bucking against his own hand, panting and writhing and moaning. "Ohhh . . . Mmm . . . fuck . . ."
Billie's other hand fished around on the bedside table for something. Mike did a double take when he saw Billie's fist close around a black vibrator. It looked like the real thing, veins and everything. Cyberskin. Mike heard that was supposed feel as close to a cock as possible.
Billie halted his self-fingering to grab a bottle of lubricant and liberally coat the vibrator. It was at least eight inches and pretty damn decently sized around. Billie had it against his entrance and holding his breath, slowly started to work it in.
Mike noticed how Billie's breathing was carefully controlled. Billie managed to work all eight inches into himself before he flipped the switch. Mike could see it vibrating, but nothing could have prepared him for Billie's reaction.
Billie Joe yelled and reached behind himself, his fists clenching around the pillow so hard his knuckles were turning white. Then, one of those hands moved to the vibrator and began slowly thrusting it in and out. They were small thrusts at first, enough to leave the prostate gland before quickly finding it again. "Mmm . . . God . . . shit."
His breathing intensified, every muscle in his body was taught. He was wet from head to toe. But unlike before, when he had been wet from the shower, he was now covered in sweat. "Oh, fuck . . . Mmmm . . . yes."
Mike sped up the speed of his own hand.
Billie's thrusting of the dildo became faster until he stopped all together. Mike almost protested out loud until he realized that might not be the best idea in the world.
Billie rose up, pulling his legs under him, the vibrator still firmly between his legs. He put two pillows over his feet and then slowly lowered his ass onto them. A hand closed over his hard-on.
Mike stared. His hand stopped moving. He had no expression on his face. He had never felt so . . . shocked in his life.
Billie was rocking back and forth on the pillow, fucking himself on the dildo while his other hand jerked himself off.
