Hard Days Work


Pairing: Joel/Billy
Band: Good Charlotte
Rated: NC-17
Dated: February 26, 2003
Summary: A hard days work gives billy something to look at
and when they get home, he decides to do something about it.


Hard Days Work

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and glanced over at Joel to the right of me.

DAMN

I watched as he lifted the shovel full of dirt into the wheelbarrow and repeated. He was shirtless; his skin slick with sweat and his stomach, shoulder, arm, and back muscles clenching every time he lifted. The sweat had accumulated on the waistband of his boxers and his cutoffs making them dark against his caramel skin.

His shoulders are tinged lightly pink from working all day in the hot sun. The four of us volunteered for a charity that builds houses and we’re just about done for the day.

He glances to his left and catches me staring. I smile and he smiles back before continuing his task. I gotta stop watching him or there’s gonna be trouble.

As we get in the car to go home a half hour later, he laughs as his still bare back sticks to the leather seats in our car.

“Wow, that’s the hardest I’ve worked in a long time,” he says and we agree as I watch a drop of sweat slide down his chest and down his stomach, disappearing into the seatbelt across his lap.

I turn up the air all the way and we roll down the windows as we make our way home. But I cant seem to get the picture of him doing manual labor out of my head- not that it’s a bad picture, but its just…making me hott and at the moment I can only think of one thing.

We pull up and enter the house. “I'm thirsty, want some water?” I nod and follow him and the guys into the kitchen. Benji and Paul go to take showers leaving just Joel and I alone in the kitchen.

I hold the cold glass of ice water against my face as he slides up onto the countertop, his pants falling just slightly exposing his back even more. He dips his fingers into his glass retrieving an ice cube.

He slides the ice over his temple then down his neck, his eyes falling shut and a soft sigh escaping his lips. I watch as the drips from the rapidly melting ice cube travel down his body until the ice is completely gone. He reaches for another and repeats his actions; I don’t know how much longer I can take this.

The third ice cube is where all my self-control jumps out the window.

All the desire just overcomes me as I step closer to him and take the glass from his hand. He smiles at me, a curious bit in his expression. I smirk and take another ice cube from the glass. I run it down the middle of his chest and down his stomach, circling around his navel before returning to his collarbone.

I kiss him once and slide the cube over his nipple, a low purr sounding from his throat. I run my tongue along the path the ice just made and across his shoulder moving up towards his neck.

“I just can’t take it anymore,” I groan as I move in between his legs. On instinct they wrap around my hips and pull me towards the counter, my hips brushing close to his. “I had to watch you all day.” I purr as I kiss his neck, “All that sweat,” I kiss him, “that manual labor…”

His hands fall down and under my own damp wifebeater, sliding up my sweaty back.

My mouth sucks and licks down his chest, tasting the sweat and that wonderful taste of Joel. He pulls my shirt off and kisses my shoulder as I return my tongue to his navel once again.

The heat from his body is delicious and his scent is intoxicating. I just want to ravish him right here right now but I know the other two occupants of the house wouldn’t be too happy. They eat on the counter Joel’s sitting on.

He places his hands on the back of my head, sliding through my damp hair, and pulls my mouth back up to his. We slowly, languidly kiss. His tongue flicking over my piercing, rolling over the ball in the center.

I slide my hands around his hips and pull him down to standing on the floor. He moans as our hips come in contact and I slip my tongue into his mouth. His tongue pushes against mine when they come in contact, our hips mirrored.

He moans again as I lick his neck, tasting him. His head rolls back and his hips move forward into mine. “Up…stairs,” he moans as he grips a handful of my hair tugging lightly.

We push open the door slamming it tightly behind us and his arms grip my hips pushing me backwards onto the bed. He climbs atop me and kisses me firmly, his hands trailing up and down my sides. I reach for his shorts and undo them quickly pushing them and his damp boxers down. He moans as I slide my hands over his ass pulling him closer to my body.

I’m so hot I feel like I’ll burst into flames any second now. I roll Joel over and straddle him quickly taking my belt off as he watches me. He groans as I get up to take my pants off and stands up next to me. He pushes my hands away and quickly pulls down my pants and boxers.

He pulls me quickly towards the bathroom mumbling, “too hot, too hot.” We get in the shower and he turns on the water to a lukewarm temperature.

I'm pressed against the wall, the shower spray adding to our damp bodies. Joel’s body slides against mine, our erections pressed together. He moans and pushes onto me harder making me throw my head against the wall and copy his moan.

He reaches his hands down and begins to rub both of us. I replace his hand on his dick and he moans kissing me again. Our shower is one of those kinds that has the tub/shower combination. He grins, panting and points, “Lay down,” I smile and kneel first then turn over laying back and he kneels between my legs. He grins before taking me into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the head.

I moan and buck my hips up and he grins around my cock. I watch his shoulders flex as he holds himself up on his arms, his mouth working me deliciously.

Just by being turned on since earlier and just watching his gorgeous naked body, I'm so fucking close to cumming.

He drops my cock and sits up, reaching onto the shelf and pushing the bottles aside getting our handy tube of lube. He lifts my foot to rest on one side of the tub and then my other giving me leverage.

I moan as he pushes in and his low hum of pleasure only makes me hotter. He leans in to kiss me and begins to move slowly.

The water runs down his back and drips on my hole, adding to the sensations.

I watch as he pounds into me with a pleasured look on his face and I move my hips up to meet his. His hands grip the sides of the tub, his shoulders flexing even more.

He moves his hand to rest on my stomach and it’s teasing like hell. I slide my hand down and grip my cock. He moans in response and grips my hips.

He uses my hips and the slipperiness of the tub to ram deep and hard inside me.

I can’t stop my hand from speeding up its pace, or my legs from thrusting myself back onto Joel.

The water is running between our bodies, beads rolling down his chest dripping onto my hands.

He pushes deep into me and I moan feeling the premier waves of my orgasm. I speed up my hand even more and he fucks me harder, faster, and deeper until I can see the muscles trembling on his stomach, my whole body tingling.

One last thrust and I scream out as my cum mixes with the water. His hand grips my cock and he milks me sending himself into orgasm.

Those muscles that I watched flexing earlier today are now contracting against my body. He moans long and loud- his warm arousal being shared with me.

His lips fall to mine and we kiss under the spray of the water, our bodies spent- not only from a hard days work but a hard lovin.

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the end.


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