Title: Compromises
Fandom: RPF Singers
Rating: Orange
Genre: Erotic (almost)
Notes : Slash, lemon, oneshot
Characters: Tom Kaulitz (Tokio Hotel), Billie Joe Armstrong (Green Day )
Notes: Eheheheheheheheh , nothing, for p0rnfest # 4 not save anyone! XD Well, yes, even the much-hated-loved couple Billie Joe / Tom had to go in this competition for the prompt "You play a guitar? Do not make me laugh ", here are a couple from FF Lemonose adorably weird XD But it was not
Billie Joe the most mature of the two?
Compromises
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You play a guitar? Do not make me laugh. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;In fact I do not want to laugh, and that guitar is my . >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;As long as I am here, that you forget the. >> Tom sighed
beating the palms on her hips, raising his eyes to heaven. When
Billie Joe was the baby was unbearable.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Please. >> Asked him patient. The singer pretended to think about it a moment.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No.>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Billie, I have to play that song tomorrow and still do not know well! >> Said trying to reason with him, which is manifestly unnecessary, now the poor guitar had become a hostage \u0026lt;\u0026lt;BILLIE JOE! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I want something in return. >> He said at one point, struck by divine inspiration.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Put on my shirt. >> Tom stared at him in surprise.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I'm not staying inside your shirt! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Then the T-shirt ... This! >> He picked up an old t-shirt Ramones .
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;E 'close ... >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Even the jeans to me are wide, then you are fine! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No.>> The boy replied, raising an eyebrow \u0026lt;\u0026lt;That stuff not put. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;So do not give you the guitar. >> Snapped Billie haughty, slouched in his chair, with that poor instrument between her legs. Tom gave a
to angry and say that the youngest among them was he, Billie was not ripe?! The
snatched his clothes and went to the room putting it in, it took him twenty minutes to have the courage to go out and present to his eyes with the clothes of his absolutely perfect measure.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You're right. >> Was the comment by Billie , accompanied by a smile as she looked him from head to toe \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Why do not you dress like this more often? >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Why not, now, the guitar! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not right away! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;How not now?! >>
Billie got up and walked around, staring at millimeter by millimeter, eyeing your large chest swathed in a black T-shirt, his biceps, half hidden by the fabric, legs sunk into a pair of pants that made full justice, and a seat that seemed to shout things fabulous sconce.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Now I can get my c. .. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Shut up. >>
Billie grabbed her wrists loosely, approaching his face, drowning in his dark eyes, round and drooping like a puppy. She smiled, brushing the tip of the nose.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;E '... so urgent? >> Whispered softly blowing on his lips. Tom hesitated for a moment, hands of Billie were pleasantly warm on her skin, everything about him was still pleasantly warm.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;... No. .. >>
Billie smile widened, she expected that answer.
He bent over her mouth and began to suck very slowly piercing Tom, gently, almost tickling the boy trembled slightly, inhaling the strong scent intense male.
He knew he should not have had to play, had to prove there was a concert tomorrow, and he did not know a fucking song.
shuddered again when the language of Billie raided in his mouth, calling her in a sensual dance that struck him with a burst of heat that does not even remotely thought of escape.
Fuck this song.
Tom laid his hands on his shoulders, and then unite them behind his back, gathered in a kiss that was way off more fiery, deep, lips against lips continued to taste them, and seek to divide, unite and stick together, allow time to flow and the temperature would rise slowly, his hands became more daring, climbed and descended along the body, sighs that they were running and lost everything perfect sense.
Billie weight dragged him up in the room, fell sprawling on the bed pulling her clothes, revealing bare skin finally, the singer felt his hips leaving four long rows of reddish nails, Tom's passing then nipped the clavicles the language above, by sliding along her neck, long chin, until you return to her lips and kissed each other while Billie undid the button of his jeans, feeling a shiver of pure excitement at the thought that they were his, belonged as well as the body which now were in it, full of her unmistakable smell like an indelible mark over time.
Tom grabbed him by passing his hands on his back, tracing the spine and then down meekly to the firm buttocks, the left strip slightly before opening the shirt he wore Billie and go against him, or was Billie to go against Tom, it did not matter.
continued to rub against each other, panting, morbid desire, they stripped just enough time to finish together, choking moans for more self-respect for decency, Tom bowed his head with his eyes shut, no l & rsquo , would have permitted even under torture, but he liked it.
could not live without Billie Joe, without his kisses, his body, his presence all around him. The
put his fingers through his dark hair, dragging it back toward you, Billie did not cadergli lever arms to him, took it, owned it gracefully, with that maddening slowness that was typical of him, when he wanted damn it literally, when he wanted to spoil that pleasure without him feel that he was trying desperately, he enjoyed playing with his senses and make him mad, and we could, we could all holy time.
Tom would have wanted to shout something, but he knew that if he succumbed to temptation would have done nothing but beg him to go faster, more and more, and no date gliel'avrebbe never won.
Especially because not yet had his guitar.
He bit his finger in his throat while holding a variety of pants more or less coherent, Billie molds a trail of kisses down my neck and face to forgive, as she began to get serious, very seriously, making road inside him and trying every sensitive point, not that Tom had a lot of it, but Billie knew where it will come looking. And he found them immediately.
Tom stiffened his back, without breath, literally broke up between the sheets when he heard Billie press firmly on her erogenous zone, there, again and again, if you could no longer hope that all came after it ends as quickly as possible, or wish that the torture wantonly entrancing continue forever, we just thought, he shut his eyes when he heard his thoughts propel many sparks of gold, called Billie , he pronounced his name once, twice, eight times in a row as a discordant dirge, he did not pray, strangely, he kissed her, raped her her lips and her piercing service by giving it what he wanted, he went into him a few more times until he felt it tremble, and then collapsing exhausted.
It took only a few more seconds, and he too was in an exhausted sigh, then propped on one elbow to cadergli not me.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;My ... guitar! >> Tom gasped without even waiting for the aftermath of the orgasm fades.
Billie sighed in exasperation, putting down his drenched forehead on his shoulder.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;If you promise me that we do it again tonight, I'll try for the whole day. >> Tom
seemed an acceptable compromise.
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