Out of Beer


Pairing: Billy and Quinn
Band: Good Charlotte and the Used
Rated: NC-17
Dated: January 2, 2003
Summary: Random Boylovin, these boys are sneaky.


Out of Beer

MMM, beer…ya know, I really don’t like beer. He smiles at me before turning reluctantly and talking to our friends. I’m just using my bottle of Bud Ice as an excuse to watch Quinn. I put the bottle to my lips and take a sip, looking over the end of the bottle. He laughs at something Benji says, his voice flowing into my ears and his eyes sparkling. I finish the last of my beer and place the bottle semi-noisily onto the table.

“Billy, you drank the last beer!” Bert yells waving his arms around. The rest of the drunken men on the bus join Bert and start pissing to me about it. But I have a plan…

I catch Quinn’s eyes as he smiles at me; I think he’s caught on. “I nominate Billy to go get more,” he says a devilish hint to his voice as he leans forward, “seeing as he drank the last one.” Oh yeah, he’s caught on.

“No, it wasn’t my fault Joel and Paul didn’t buy enough,” I whine. Heeheehee. “Make them go!”

“I only had,” Joel sticks up his hand and sloppily counts on his fingers, “four…” he says holding up three fingers. “Make him go!” he says patting, well slapping rather, Branden’s cheek. Branden mumbles something incoherently as he slides down on the couch behind Paul. I think he’s passed out. Won’t be long till the others go. The rest all laugh and point, they’re smashed. Perfect.

Bert yells, “Quinnnny, you go!”

Quinn frowns and sighs then gets up, “Oh alright. Just cuz I'm so nice and everything…” he stands and pulls on his sweatshirt, “But only if Billy goes with me.”

I start to protest, “Nooo…” and Quinn shrugs sitting back down. It takes every ounce in me not to crack up as 6 pairs of pleading eyes look our way. I throw my arms up dejectedly and stand, exaggerating with a big sigh, “Fine, I’ll go. Come on Quinn.”

I sulk off the bus and wait for Quinn to close the door. The second the latch clicks closed his hand is in mine. We quickly walk to the GC bus, ok so we run. No lie. “They’re so wasted,” he laughs, “be out before they notice we’re gone.” I laugh and get the key ready so we waste no time.

We finally reach the bus and I struggle to open the latch, I guess I'm not strong enough…or maybe it’s the fact that Quinn’s lips are on my neck and his hands are already tugging at my belt. “MMM, damn door,” I moan and try once more, finally opening the door.

I stumble up the steps, his eager hands pinching my ass and the back of my thighs. We fumble in the dim light, him nearly tripping over a bag. I fall onto the couch, laughing and breathing hard from the run.

Quinn sits in my lap and pushes his body down onto mine before our lips connect harshly. He grips my head, his fingers lacing through my hair pushing my head back and plunging into my mouth. I moan as he grinds down hard on me. I shift my body upwards, my head hitting something hard. I turn to see what it is, our lips still attached. “Window,” I mumble into his mouth and he pulls away panting.

He licks his tinged lips, “what?” I motion towards the window and he repeats, “window.” He slides off my lap pulling me by my hands towards the bunks.

I halt and he turns to me, a puzzled yet adorable look on his face. I smile, “Too small,” he nods and pushes me up against the wall. His lips find mine once again and I moan when his hand travels over my stomach. He kisses down my neck and I grip his hands, “Here.”

I pull him into the tiny bathroom and lock the door. I use my hips to press him against the sink, knocking over bottles and whatever was on the shelf that his head made contact with. I mumble a sorry and run my hands through his choppy blonde hair, stroking the back of his head, pulling his lips to mine. His arms go around my waist and he lifts my shirt off. Where’d my jacket go? Oh well.

He reaches down next and undoes my belt, pushing my pants down. Now I'm almost naked and he’s fully clothed, that doesn’t work. I hastily undo the buckle of his pyramid belt, the metal clashing to the ground. His pants and boxers go next as I nip at his bottom lip. He moans into my mouth as I run my hands up and down the sides of his dick. I pull my hands back and grip the hem of his sweatshirt, pulling it up.

As our lips disconnect I force my hips against his harshly causing him to moan loudly and throw his head back. As his shirt comes off his eyes pierce mine, brown meeting blue.

He’s hungrier than I’ve ever seen him, how long since we’ve…whoa hello door. He slams my thin body against the door, his lips attacking mine and his hips swaying hard into me. I moan and move against him. I'm tired of these boxers I still have on but Quinn’s hips and lips aren’t giving up anytime soon.

Pushing me against the door, his strong arms lift me up and his erection slams against mine. I moan and arch my back. He so hard and I don’t want him to come yet. I lean forward onto his body, him still holding me up, and whisper “Fuck me” and capture his lips. “Now” I mumble and kiss him again.

He places me back down on the floor and turns quickly scanning the contents of the bathroom. A grin spreads over his glowing face as he grabs for Paul’s bottle of conditioner. He holds it in one hand as he pulls my boxers down. Before they’re even all the way down, Quinn drags me towards the toilet.

He sits down and pulls me into his lap, our arousal crashing together, both of us moaning loud again. I hungrily kiss him and grind into him- bare skin against bare skin finally. Cherishing his hot solid body and juicy lips.

He groans and pushes me back. I lean back onto his knees as he reaches a hand down to relax me, the conditioner a cold contrast to the heat of our bodies. I push against his hand and he pulls away to coat himself.

I gaze at Quinn’s sexy stomach, his shoulder muscles and his arms that are reaching for my hips. He traps my lips as he pulls me closer to his body. I wrap my arms around his neck as he embraces me, pushing in quick and hard. I moan and he buries his face in my neck, his breath thick on my chest.

I slide my hips forward and he takes over. He pulls me up and down in his lap. Every nerve in my body is screaming as he speeds up. But he needs more. I need more. I know he likes to give it to me hard and this just isn’t working.

He pulls my body into his and holds me as he falls forward onto the floor of the bathroom in the bus. He thrusts into me harshly. I brace my feet and force my hips up into him. We’re so close in the tiny cramped space that his stomach is rubbing against my erection.

Not even needed anything more than the view of his sweaty body pounding into me, his arms flexing, his hair hanging in his eyes and that look of pure pleasure on his face to flip that ecstasy switch and send me over the edge. “MMM…God…..Quinn…” I come gripping his sides and moaning, curling my body around his, “yes….oooh”

I hear his breathing pause and he gasps, “shit…Bill”. His mouth open wide and his eyes squeezed shut. He moans, “Soo…good,” as he comes and continues to propel into my contracting body. Our bodies are still trembling from the exertion as he pulls out of me. He just holds onto me for a few seconds before sitting and pulling me up with him.

He kisses me, his arms firm around my ribs, “God...you’re good.” I smile and lean into him. He cleans me off and we redress, we haven’t been gone long…but the guys will probably be passed out anyways.

We’re both grinning like idiots as I grab a case of beer from the fridge and we step off the bus. Quinn walks beside me, his hand on my hip. We near the bus and he holds me back for a second.

“That was good…thanks.” He says and I smile as he kisses me, “Oh and that was a nice little plan you had there.” He kisses me again before grinning, “I think we’re having a barbeque tomorrow, maybe I should forget the buns, ay?”

I nod, “Sounds good to me,” and kiss him, sucking on his bottom lip, “as long as I get my hands on these buns.” I smirk grabbing his tight ass and kissing him roughly.

We finally pull away after a few more minutes of kissing. We step on the bus and collect our passed out and drunken band members and friends. I say goodbye with a wink as I push the twins and Paul off the bus.

Benji turns to me, “Hey Billy, you took too long to get the beer.” He slurs, “Tomorrow you can’t bring beer.”

I smile trying to hide my laughter and pat Benji on the head, “Okay, how about I bring the buns?”


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