I've wanted write this for a while but haven't had the motivation until now. I ship this pretty hard tbh and I had to put in the pics so I don't imagine Billie as a 60 year old creep tbh. Anywhore, requested by LightningFight905

Gerard's lips are pressed against the older's from the moment they enter the room, stumbling forward with the door kicked shut and hands creeping under shirts.

Tré told Billie not to come back to the goddamned bar but, well, he did. And, well, he found a damn fine guy there. Black hair shadowing his face, a cigarette hanging from his mouth as he had gazed around the room. A jacket around the shoulders and skinny jeans outlining his hips. Not to mention his ass was nice. Like really nice. It's not very often you find that but with Billie being gay, it's amazing when he does.

Gerard, on the other hand, had nobody to stop him. No one really cared in all honesty and he wasn't really looking for a one night stand but he found one, and that's where he found this guy. He does kind of look familiar, but he can't put a name with the face. Maybe some guy from a band? And are those tattoos? Holy fuck. Maybe the eyeliner was a little cheesy on this guy at first sight, but as he pins him down on the bed and looks across his face, he can't help but realize that it really fits his face well.

"Shit," Billie whispers as Gerard makes marks down his neck, purple and red and blue. Beautiful, "Do you got lube?"

"Wasn't looking for a one-night stand," Gerard pants back, sucking down the other's chest until he reaches the happy trail down to his jeans.

"Fuck," Billie replies. Then punctuates it with another harsh fuck and reaches for the bedside table to search for it. When his search brings up nothing, Gerard snorts, "Can't you just take it with like... spit?"

"That's fuckin' disgusting," Billie frowns, tugging a condom from his pocket and setting it aside before Gerard undoes the belt on his jeans.

"You wanna take it dry?" Gerard asks, raising an eyebrow, "And let's not forget I'm the one with my fingers up your ass."

Billie huffs, lifting his hips so Gerard can get his jeans off and to the ground.

"Fine, spit's fine," Billie replies. Gerard smiles.

Once the brown-eyes boy has his own jeans (and boxers) off, he grabs the condom and rips it open, sliding the latex over his length (which Billie must admit is a pretty nice size compared to his own. Gerard's internally laughing at Billie's size).

"You're not a virgin, right?" The younger asks.

"No, god no," Billie laughs, "I'm 40, y'know? That would be kinda sad."

Gerard chuckles slightly walking forward on his knees so he's straddling. The other man's chest and he almost immediately takes Gee in his mouth.

"Dude, so like," Gerard winces slightly at how fast Billie's going but doesn't let it distract him too much, "What's your name? 'Cause I know you're from a band I just can't place the name and it's seriously bothering me. Like... sometime in the 90's and I know damn well you aren't Dave Grohl."

Billie pulls off, "Green Day, but it would be pretty cool if I was Dave Grohl."

"Dude, that's fucking awesome, though," Gerard replies. Billie shrugs, going back down on the taller boy.

Gerard shuts his eyes as Billie finishes off, then pulls back, crawling back and sucking on his fingers. Before spreading the other boy's legs the slightest.

"You can go ahead with 2, I'm not hard to stretch," Billie says. Gerard is still hesitant, but the other just sighs and continues, "And I had an enema last night."

The artist kisses the latter again and finally begins working his fingers inside the man.

"What your name again?" Billie breathes.

"Gerard," he replies strongly.

"Like Gerard Way?"

"Same guy," the smoker grins. Billie rolls his eyes as he's scissored open and eventually stretched to accommodate a third finger.

"Goddamn," he breathes, pulling Gerard's fingers out and pressing a pillow under his hips before tugging him forward and leaning up to kiss him again.

Gerard leaves marks down Billie's neck as he presses in, first the tip, then the base. It takes a good two minutes before Billie's ready to go. It's spent exchanging kisses and breathy moans and marks down necks, eventually down chests and around nipples.

"Gerard, holy fuck," Billie breathes, weakly, pulling his hips in tighter until he feels so fucking full he can barely think straight.

Gerard hums softly as he rolls his hips a little, grinding just the slightest against the other's prostate until Billie just groans an thrusts back.

"Are you ready, Man?"

"Fuckin' ready." Billie grins.

Gerard rolls his eyes before pulling out and little and pressing back in, keeping his hips aligned carefully. Billie raises an eyebrow skeptically before letting out a puff of air, "just fucking fuck me, Man."

"You sure?" Gerard asks.

"Damn sure."

He nods and pulls out farther before slamming back in an beginning a fast pace. Billie groans under him, arching his back against the bed and squeezing the covers as his eyes roll back.

"Shit," Gerard breathes, hiking the other's legs over his shoulders and drilling harder, throwing his head back in pleasure.

"G-Gerard, fuck, shit."

The slapping of skin is heard through the room and Gerard finds himself trying to get into a better headspace. In all honesty, he doesn't like one night stands. Doesn't like rough, raw sex. But that's what it is. Hard, fast. It's for lust, not love.

"You feel so good," Billie tries. It's kinda awkward, and Gerard actually laughs a little at the awkward attempt, "is that a try at dirty talk?"

"Hey, I'm outta practice, y'know, don't get on me for this shit."

"I didn't even come for a one night stand and I could still do better." Gerard pants back, teasingly.

"Shut up." Billie grumbles.

Gerard reaches for the other's cock, jerking him off in tight, fast strokes.

"It's okay, what you don't have for words, you probably make up in stamina." Gerard replies, "are you anywhere close?"

Billie smirks the slightest and pulls his legs from Gerard's shoulder's to instead wrap around his waist, pulling up and kissing the other.

"Come when you're ready and so will I." He says.

Gerard bites down hard on the other's neck, pinning him to the mattress and slamming into him in hard, erratic thrusts.

"O-oh f-fu-uck." Billie sobs.

Gerard's hips stutter not long after, rolling deep inside the other for a moment or so as he comes into the condom, head buried in Billie's chest while the other comes soon after with a broken cry.

"Fuck." Gerard says.

"Fuck." Billie replies.

They laugh slightly as Gerard quickly cleans the two of them up, "I should probably get going." His lip is sucked between his teeth.

"No, wait, do you have to?" Billie asks with a little bit of a needy voice.

Gerard raises in eyebrow, "you want me to stay?"

"It would be a little less lonely."

"Uh... okay. Sure."