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[Dec. 30th, 2006|05:10 pm] |
Title: You'll See...
Author: me
Pairing: Mike/ Tre
Rating: not sure with this one...but we'll say R to be safe
Disclaimer: This is all untrue. i own nothing, zip, nada...just the work of my over active imagination
Summary:Tre and Mike go to the movies......things happen....
“Mikkeyyyyyyyy! I’m bored” Tre whined from the opposite couch in our living room.
“Well then go do something” I replied, a little uninterested as I was trying to write a song for our new album.
“Take me to the movies?” he asked, suddenly right in front of me and putting on the look that always made me cave.
“Fine” I sighed. “But you choose. Every time I choose you say you don’t like it or it’s boring when we’re halfway through it”
“Do not!” he pouted and pretended to look hurt. He then giggled and rushed off to the computer to see what was on.
“What are we seeing?” I asked as he bounded down the stairs 5 minutes later with a huge but adorable smile on his face.
“You’ll see” he giggled, grabbing the car keys with one hand and dragging me to the car with the other.
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15 minutes, 2 movie tickets and 5 bucks of popcorn later, we were sitting in the very back row of the theatre in the very corner.
The theatre wasn’t full, but it sure as heck wasn’t empty.
“Why are we so far back?” I whispered just as the lights dimmed and the movie started.
“You’ll see” he chuckled, grinning widely and shoving popcorn into his mouth.
I raised an eyebrow and began watching as the opening images of Pirates of the Caribbean 2 began to flood my vision.
10 minutes later and Tre was still as quiet as a mouse.
“That’s unusual” I thought. “He must want to see this movie” I smiled and settled further into my seat. It was then when I felt his hand on my thigh, inches from my crotch.
“Horny bastard” I muttered as his hand moved higher and brushed his knuckles over the bulge in my jeans.
“That’s why you love me” he muttered in my ear, nibbling at the ear lobe while undoing the button and the fly of my jeans.
I groaned less than quietly as the pressure was relieved slightly. A few people sitting in front of us turned around and glared. Tre giggled and took his hand away until they had turned back around.
“You have to be quiet Mikey” he whispered, before creeping his hand back up my thigh and plunging his hand into my boxers.
“I can’t believe your gonna give me a hand job at the movies” I whined as quietly as I could, while trying to stifle a groan. He just smiled and continued his assault with his hand while keeping his eyes remained glued on the screen.
I squirmed a little as his cold hand clasped around my red hot cock. He noticed me squirming and stopped totally.
“Don’t stop” I whimpered in his ear.
“As you wish” he grinned and slowly began to pump. He was going so slowly that a fucking snail could have gone faster. I squirmed again, thrusting my hips slightly, hopefully getting my message across that I wanted more.
He giggled slightly and obeyed my wish, gripping his hand tighter and moving faster. He swiped his thumb over my slit, and I had to bite my lip in a fight to not scream like a girl in pleasure. He knew I liked that, so he did it a few more times before stopping and pumping me more.
Then he decided to add a second hand to his assault. It snaked up my t shirt and pinched at both my nipples. I jerked, biting harder into my lip, drawing blood, and knocking the popcorn over in the process. By this stage my knuckles were white from gripping the chair so hard and I was sure there was blood running down my lip and onto my chin.
I was proved right when the hand was taken out from under my shirt and brought to my chin, bringing my face closer to his. Our lips crashed together and almost immediately I felt his tongue sweep gently over the wound I had created. I let out another moan and thankfully this time it was muffled by his mouth. It was then that his pumping increased to almost lightning speed. Damn him and his drummer reflexes! I screwed my eyes shut and felt the bubbling in the pit of my stomach. He smirked a little and swiped his thumb over my slit one last time and I was totally spent. I literally screamed into his mouth as I came all over his hand and I my brand new boxers.
“Fuck” I muttered, pulling away and panting. “How do you know ALL my weak points?” I questioned, lazily re-doing my jeans.
“Easy” he grinned, licking his hand clean.
I then noticed the very uncomfortable looking bulge in his shorts.
“Let me take care of that” I whispered, dropping to my knees in front of his seat and unzipping his shorts, ready to return the favour.
“Mikey. What’re you doing?” he whispered to me.
“You’ll see” I chuckled. |
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[Sep. 4th, 2006|01:42 pm] |
Title: Together Forever?
Author: me [info]tre_lover
Pairing: Billie/ Tre
Rating: PG i guess...kinda fluffy
Disclaimer: This is all untrue. i own nothing, zip, nada...just the work of my over active imagination
Summary: fluffy fic inspired by Romeo and Juliet. i apologise if its bad....but im new at this...please dont hurt me! :S
Jesus this party was boring. Sitting on the couch next to this fish tank thing, with a beer in hand, I just simply stared at all the fish and there bright colours. It was more intriguing than what was happening around me, that’s for sure. I watched them in silence for a minute or so before I saw a person on the other side also marvelling in the many colours. He was beautiful. Emerald green eyes, a nose ring and a cute mop of black hair. Blue eyes met green and he smiled shyly bowing his head. When he raised it again, I couldn’t help but smile back. I wanted to kiss this boy then and there. To feel the soft touch of his lips on mine, to stroke that black hair and hold him in my arms.
All those dreams were shattered when my object of passion was dragged away by an unknown person. I couldn’t leave him. I had to follow. I trailed behind as this beauty was taken away someplace, occasionally casting glances back to me. I stopped dead in my tracks and watched as the boy was forced to a woman and made to dance. He smiled, but continued to look back at me. I watched him dance, and was completely mesmerized. He moved so flowingly, yet so awkwardly at being forced to dance with someone he didn’t know.
The song finished and I took my chance. I leaned forward and grabbed his hand, pulling him over to where I was standing. “I have to know your name…” I whispered, his face inches from mine.
“It’s Billie…Billie Joe” He said, smiling. “And what’s yours blue eyed angel?”
“Frank…But please call me Tre” I leaned in, hungry to capture those lips with my own.
At the last second he turned away. “Not here. My step father might see. He doesn’t really approve of how I am.” He said, grasping my hand and dragging me towards some doors.
“How you are is no boundary to me. You are perfect in my eyes Billie Joe” I smiled and gently caressed his soft cheek. He smiled and pulled me further into the yard.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked sheepishly, beginning to blush slightly at the words he spoke.
I nodded and pulled him swiftly towards me. I looked deep into his eyes, sapphire locking onto emerald, before taking his lips in a tender, sacred kiss. Time seemed to move in slow motion as our kiss became more passionate. Eyes fluttered shut, hands roamed freely, and small moans of pleasure escaped our persons.
“Do you believe in love at first sight Tre?” he asked, breaking away and beginning to walk back towards the house.
I smiled and grabbed one of his arms that were hanging by his side as he looked up at the stars. “Would I do this if I didn’t?” I said turning him around to face me, and once again taking his delicate lips with my own. I placed a hand either side of his face and swiped my tongue over his bottom lip. He allowed me entry, letting me roam the smooth cavern of his mouth. Lost in our own world of passion and love, we didn’t even notice the huffy form beside us.
“Billie, what are you doing? Your father wants to talk to you.” An unknown person with a mop of blonde hair stated. We broke apart.
“He isn’t my father, but whatever” Billie trailed off, sadness and anger becoming apparent in his emerald eyes.
“Well come on then!” the blonde pressed.
“In a minute Mike!” he said impatiently. So the blonde’s name was Mike. Billie turned to me with utter sadness and regret that he had to leave. “I have to go and talk to my step father” he started, rolling his eyes. “But maybe we could do this again?” he asked, taking a pen out of his pocket and writing his number down on my arm.
“I can’t wait” I replied looking lovingly into his eyes. My love was somewhat dampened though when I heard these words uttered from his blonde companions mouth, as he dragged Billie away from me.
“He’s from the Wright family. Do you know how much your parents would flip if they knew an Armstrong was kissing a Wright? And a male Wright at that?”
I couldn’t believe it. My love was from an opposing family. But it didn’t change how I felt. The connection I had with Billie was already too deep to be broken just by the fact at what our parents would think. He looked back at me in disbelief. He, just as I couldn’t comprehend what was going to become of our love.
I left the party and went and sat on the curb outside. Guests from the party began filing past me, laughing and joking with each other. I sat wallowing in my own self pity for about 15 minutes until I realised that the sounds of the party in the house behind me had subsided. A group of my own friends, including my best friend, Jason, walked past me.
“Why so glum dude? Did some chick ditch ya?” Jason slurred, obviously drunk.
“You have no idea dude. Just go home” I muttered waving him off slightly.
They left as rowdy as they came and left me alone, depressed and in love on that curb. Would the fact that our families were rivals really matter in the long run? Was it enough to risk any relationship by being with him? Thoughts continued to rush through my head as I ran a hand through my reddish hair. My breath hitched as I felt a hand placed gently on my shoulder. I looked to my side and saw Billie standing there smiling. I went to speak, but was prevented by him placing a finger over my mouth.
Instead he spoke. “I couldn’t let this end Tre. The feelings I have are too strong. I can’t just abandon them and forget that we never met.” We both smiled as he pulled me up and led me to some unknown place in his backyard. He flicked a switch and the part of the backyard where we were lit up with many fairy lights and small candles.
My eyes went wide with awe. “Billie it’s beautiful” I said unable to mask my admiration.
“Just like you” he whispered, green eyes sparkling as he turned my face to meet his. “Come swimming with me?” he asked, with a mischievous smirk on his face. Only then did I notice the huge pool behind him, which was covered and obscured from view of the house.
I grinned wide and walked behind him to the edge of the pool. Billie grabbed my hand, intertwining his slender fingers in my own. At that very moment, I lost my footing on the side of the pool. I grabbed at Billie for balance and our lips connected before we hit the water. They remained connected as we sank further into the depths of the pool and then began our slow ascent. We broke the surface, gasping for air and spluttering slightly. We grinned and I took Billie’s smaller frame in my arms. |
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hello all...
i'm kinda new at this whole LJ thing.....but i have been lurking around in the shadows for a while........i am thinking about posting some fics i have....they are Tre/ Billie...Mike/Tre...and a Tre/ Jason White one.....keep a look out for them
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