lovelies by Misskinkynicky












Definitely a Good Thing.
By: vamptasticA
Rated: NC17
Spike/William/Billy Idol

Disclaimer: I own no one and nothing though I wish to hell I did. J

A/N: this is for my Flist, which was craving some slash spilliam with Billy Idol. It’s a drabble but if encouraged I may continue ;)
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Fuck.

Searing, blinding, fuck.

Eyes slit open for a moment before slamming shut against the harsh light of day.

Bloody hell…..

I press my palms to my eyelids willing the little bastards playing the fucking rumba in my head to stuff their instruments straight up their asses.

WHAT the HELLhappened last night?

I remember getting dressed in the requisite black on black, Spike dressed in similar duds but his has a bit of red thrown in for panache. Remember going to the club to check out our buddy Billy’s band, loud music, plenty of sweet looking birds, some Jack and Coke, some Jack….some coke…

Backstage drinkin’, partyin’ looking for a bit of warmth and bubble willin to take a tumble with me.

The limo. More booze, more coke, more women.

Dancing with myself.

Dancing with Billy laughin’, pressin’ against him.

Dancing with Spike?

Sweet, slow, hands, mouths, fingers, girls gone, me, him, Billy left.

Didn’t know I liked the blokes.

My hands come down from my eyelids and rest on the sides of my body fingertips touching smooth warm skin on either side.

Seems I do after all.

I’d shake my head at that little epiphany but it would hurt to bloody much.

Did I really snort coke off of my brother’s stomach right before I sucked his cock to the root making him moan and beg me to let him come? Billy lounging against the headboard looking on with that grin of his. Now I know how they tagged him with whiplash smile. Wicked that one is.

I let out a little groan as my cock raises it’s insatiable head and salutes to the crowd for the morning grazing the hard male leg draped cross my stomach as he does.

I feel a hand on my chin, soft, tentative, turning my head, my eyes slowly opening and looking into identical blue. Oceans of insecurity wrapped up in lust and tamped down by love.

Never seen bluer.

I feel his lips on mine, soft, seeking. His tongue sliding into my mouth, hot and juicy and his hand cupping my face holding me so he can explore me at his leisure.

E… fucking… fulgent.

“Now THAT mates….is HOT.” Billy’s rough whiskey tones cut through the haze wrapped round us. “How come we never did this before?” He asks his hand drifting down to wrap around my cock making me arch with a moan into him.

“Chance never presented itself I’m thinkin’,” Spike answers, his voice warm and lazy still drowsy with sleep as he caresses my face, then my neck, my chest, down to join Billy’s as they stroke my morning wood.

Suddenly, I’m panting, arching, whimpering, squirming, Billy’s tongue on my cocks head, Spike mouth on my balls.

“OH FUCK……….” I shout out the buggers in my head completely drowned out by the wash of intense pleasure that smashes into me making me arc like a strung to tight bow and empty my seed into Billy’s mouth, my balls contracting as I pump all I have into him.

I slump against the tangled musky cotton sheets of the hotel room, spent, my body seeking respite as I watch Spike and Billy swap my fluids in a long slow kiss.

I’m thinking to myself that maybe last night wasn’t that bad. Maybe getting buggered by my brother and our best friend was a good thing.

As I close my eyes unable to fight the coming slumber I can hear moans of delight and gasps of pleasure lulling me to sleep.

Yeah…it was definitely a good thing.

The end.

Story 2