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Title: Montreal.
Author:
beecat
Pairing: Mike/ Tre
Rating NC-17
Disclaimer: not ture ok!
Notes: this was inspired by this interview. HERE
Montreal, Canada 1997
So Mike and Tre were going though what you could call; a rough patch. People on the outside would think it was because they were tired from the late nights.
But no one heard the manic crazy ass fights or could see the tension in Mike’s shoulder and hear the grogginess in both their voice’s; or they did and was just seeing it as the stresses and strains of touring not the burden of being a couple in a band and being together everyday; living with them in a cramped bus.
Hating to Love one another and Loving to Hate.
It had been going on for some time now and to be completely and utter honest Billie was tired too and all he wanted was for them to at least talk with out screaming at one another, hell Billie reckoned they just need a good hard fuck!
Right now he couldn’t do much since they were climbing out the van to go do an interview for PUNK EMPIRE.
So he figured he’d try think of something while doing the interview.
They were all so tired from last night, Mike got all pissed at Tre for some small little thing none of them can actually really remember but it ended up with Tre tackling him to the ground and trying to hit him; but since Tre no matter how much he hate’s Mike could never really bring himself to hit him, just got up and left with not so much as a word to either one of them.
It was a few hours later that the drummer had come back to find the bus door unlocked and slept in the front on the floor with the bottle of Jack he’d bought and drank most of.
So right now they were sat at a long make shift press table cameras and microphones in front of them.
Billie had tried to sit in the middle of the two but some how it ended up with Tre and Mike sat next to each other. Billie groaned inwardly and just hoped for nothing too….bad would happen.
So the interview began, “So what do you guys think of Canada as a whole?” one guy asks
“What do you think of virgina as a hole?” Tre says, which everyone laughs and Billie half hearty laughs and Mike, well he just pretends Tre said nothing and answers the question while the whole time ignoring Tre’s little annoying attention seeking.
As Mike continues to talk Tre founds new ways to distract himself and possibly piss Mike off, at the same time, so to the nice little toys the people have laid out for them, or a jug of water, some glasses and a spoon. So while Mike continues to talk Tre begins taping the upside down glasses with the spoon which hit the glass jug making a nice ‘cong’ sound, in turn making Mike cringe on the inside and out.
He does it a few times then gets bored; Mike’s sitting there still talking then finishes.
As the same guy asks; “What do you think of Montreal as a whole?”
And Tre replies “It’s not a hole, man. Quit calling it a hole! This places rocks!”
Most people laugh and Mike tries to laugh but the lack of sleep is really getting to him, since he didn’t really sleep much worrying about where Tre had ran off to, this time.
He didn’t even sleep when he heard Tre stumble in and pass out on the floor, he just sighed and moved his head to see a sprawled out lump on the floor.
He stared at him wondering ‘What went wrong?’ and ‘How did it turn out like this?’
He sighed again and contemplated helping Tre or trying to talk, but figured he was asleep, waking him up would just make it worst. So he rolled over and tried to get at least some sleep.
They answered a few more question, when Tre had gotten bored again a started tap the spoon against the glasses; not really paying attention to what he’s doing as another question is asked. But before anyone can answer Mike finally does something about Tre tapping, he grabs one of the glass and flung it to his right as it shattered he cursed “god damn it Tre why don’t you just stop!”
There is a chuckle from the press; no one really noticing anything but a very tired band, and Tre glances over to Mike quickly and mutters a “sorry man,” and Mike goes back to his cup of coffee before muttering “ya so immature.”
Tre ignores the burning pain in his heart from the bassist harsh words and hit the jug again just to prove a point, before discarding the spoon. The question is asked again and the interview continues with Billie answering a lot and Mike, but Tre just occupies himself a little more but making noises and play around with the jug of water some more; just too see if he can annoy the bassist more because… he can.
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The interview ends, Tre jumps up and runs ahead to get to the bus mostly because he can’t take the moody bassist anymore.
“Hey!” Mike grabs his arm as they get on to the bus, “What the fuck was all that?”
Tre shrugs, “Fun, Mike. You know F.U.N.”
The scruffy unshaven drummer turns back to go to the back of the bus, but he’s stopped again.
“Hey! Don’t walk away from me.” Mike pulls Tre back towards him.
“Why… WHY would I want to be with you!?” Tre pulls him arm out of Mike grasp, looking him in the eye. “All we do is fight, so what’s the point any more, I can’t do anything right. So why don’t we just leave it?”
Before Mike can answer the door shuts behind them and is locked from the outside and so is the driver’s front doors, the two look out the window to see Billie holding the dangling keys in his hands; smiling.
Mike opens the window, “Hey what the fuck you doing? Let me out!”
“No Mikey,” Billie says calmly, “I will let you both out when you two have talked about whatever it is that crawled up both your asses and made you both intolerable.” He turns around to walk away when he remembers “Oh and when I come back I don’t want any unidentifiable substances all over the bus, because I can just about stand the crusty socks but… yer ok I’m gone, you two have fun now and please, talk, or just fuck each other brains out I really don’t care what it takes, I want a good nights sleep tonight.” With that he’s gone.
Tre starts swearing at him even long after he’s gone.
“TRE!” Mike shouts “He’s gone.”
“Just because we can’t see him doesn’t mean….”
“Shut up!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“Why?”
“Because!”
“Why?
“Because we’re over…” Mike says quietly.
“Oh so if you say were over its ok.” Tre goes to the fridge grabbing a beer and sitting on the table “everything is so clear now YOU say it.” He says mockingly.
“Why do you have to whinnied me up all they time?” Mike asks searching for some beer, “And where the FUCK did all the beer go?!”
“Because I can, and this is the last one.” Tre waves his beer bottle.
Mike sighs and sits down at the table. “Why?” He looks up at Tre.
“Because no one got anymore.” Tre answers.
“I don’t mean that.”
“I know.” Tre sips his beer before handing the rest to Mike, who looks up and smiles but as soon as it appears it’s gone.
“Why don’t you smile more?” Tre wonders more than asks.
“What’s to smile about?” he responses solemnly.
“Me.” He smiles, “But I can never make you laugh anymore can I?” Tre pauses looking down at the bassist, thoughtfully “I try honestly I tried, then I gave up on you… I’m sorry” he whispers.
“You don’t love me anymore do you?” he asks staring out the window holding his breath waiting for the answer.
That never comes.
He looks down at Mike who is staring up at him, studying the picture perfect figure in front of him.
Mike’s baby blue eyes are starting to fill with tears, and before he knows it he’s leaning up to kiss Tre’s sweet cherry lips.
The kiss is soft and sweet and the first in so long they have both forgotten what it felt and taste like.
When they finally pull away Mike’s tears are streaming down his face and Tre kisses them away. “Don’t leave me.” Mike’s eyes beg Tre.
Tre pushes himself off the table and stands in front Mike, “I won’t.” he whispers stoking his hand down Mike’s face.
“Mikey?” Tre pulls Mike up to stand, “Do you still love me?”
“Yes, and I hate it.” He says pushing Tre backwards.
“What? Why?” Tre continues stumbling back and hits the sofa and sinks down and sits looking at Mike with fear.
“Because…” Mike straddles Tre, “You make me weak. And Mike Dirnt doesn’t do weak.”
Tre smiles at the thought of what he does to the bassist, he’s always wanted someone to love him like that.
“WHAT are you grinning at?” Mike snaps.
“You love me.” he says; a wild grin on his face.
“AAAND?”
“AND I love you too…” Tre replies softly.
“You do?” Mike stops his assault on Tre neck to look him in the eye.
“Yes!” Tre grabs Mike’s neck and kisses him passionately; Mike begins to push him down and they kiss feverishly for what seems like ages.
Tre glides his hands up and under Mike’s shirt feeling the goosebumps as he does; Mike moans into his mouth and begins to rub their growing erections together.
Tre lets out a whore-ish moan and Mike smirks “I haven’t heard you do that for ages.” He pants.
Tre moans again; grinning up at Mike. “Fuck me, Mikey.” He gasps when Mike grabs his jeans and all but rips them off the drummers giggling form as Mike’s hand runs up his thigh it turns back to that sweet delectable moan that only Tre can do and only Mike can elect from the drummer.
The feeling of Tre’s skin on his hands is a very foreign sensation; he’s almost forgotten how soft his skin is as he runs his hands up and down Tre’s thighs.
Mike stands up and removes his vest and jeans then looks down at Tre “Tut, tut looks like we have far too many clothes on don’t we.” Mike jumps back on Tre and instead of taking off the drummers shirt he goes it rip it, “NO!” Tre screams “Don’t rip it off!”
“What? Why not?”
Tre sit up and looks down shyly, “Because it’s my Mike shirt.”
Mike looks at him quizzically.
“Don’t you remember? You gave it to me cause I kept wearing it when I stayed at yours. It’s my Mike shirt.” He’s puppy dog eyes look up at the bassist.
Who just laughed at him, Tre glared at the bassist before he jump at him sending them both to the floor with an ‘oof’ Mike was about to scream bloody murder but was preoccupied with a pair of lips mashing together with his own and the pain melted away and he found himself clawing at the drummer and ‘carefully’ removing Tre’s shirt and flinging it somewhere obscure.
Tre without breaking contact pulled them both to standing and some how ridded them both of their boxers; how, Mike will never know, just one minute they were where on the next who knows where.
But back to the moment. So they are both standing. Naked. Kissing.
Mike gropes at Tre’s body running his hands all over him then slowly lifts Tre leg up and slips a digit into him, which elects a moan from him; as quick as it went in its gone. Tre stops and begins to whine before he’s shut up by Mike kissing him and pushing him back up against the wooden door of the bathroom.
Mike then opens the door, spins them both round and slips into the bathroom shutting it behind him. A completely stunted and utterly confused Tre stares at the door in a daze.
A few seconds pass and Mike comes back out with a bottle of lube and a condom; already on.
Tre gins at the bassist precautions; they have always worried about hurting each other when they make love, yes they don’t just fuck they make love.
Mike is on Tre in an instant and Tre’s pushing him up against the now closed bathroom door and Mike flips the cap off the lube and rubs some on his fingers then around Tre’s hole and the drummer shivers; as he feels Mike’s fingers enter him.
Before long Mike is stroking the spot and Tre’s knees are going weak, once Mike has stretched Tre he removes his fingers and rubs some lube on his hard cock.
“Wanna ride?” he grins at Tre; who can only beam back a face full of raw hot lust.
Mike grabs both Tre legs and pushes him up the door a little so he can get better excess.
Tre raps his legs around the bassist’s waist and moans; that whore-ish moan of his as Mike slowly pushes into him they stay there for a few seconds to adjust then Mike begins slowly pushing in and then out again.
Before long Mike is slamming into Tre so hard that Tre’s back is hitting the door at a great force, Mike is moan and groan incoherent words, he pounds into Tre one last time and cums so hard it almost hurts.
Then to door begins to creak; before they know what’s going there laying in on the bathroom floor Tre’s head fell just short of the toilet seat; lucky for him. But not how ever for Mike who defiantly hit it head on, and is lying at a very, to say the least awkward, position.
“MIKE!” Tre shrieks “Oh god Mike are you ok?”
The bassist only mumbles something inaudible; Tre tries to push Mike up slowly but a loud moan of pain come from him.
“Its ok baby, I’m just goin to sit you up.” Tre coos
“OOOW! NO! OOOWEEE!”
“Ok, ok, ok, calm down.” Tre then realises Mike scream because he’s still inside him. And tries to laugh at how he only just realised that.
Any how he moves so Mike can slip out of him and shaking Tre stands up and lifts Mike up slowly; getting him to his feet he directs him to the sofa.
“Here sit down; ok I just get our clothes ok. Good, lay down yer, Right.”
Tre turns around and starts picking up their clothes, “Tre! Tre!”
“What’s wrong you hurt?”
“No Tre but your bleeding!” Mike points to him,
“Where?”
“Your, your back a-and your ass, Ohmygodimsosorry,” Mike stumbles over his words and they come out as a slur of words.
Tre turns to look at himself and finds that, Yes; he is bleeding the wood must have cut his back a little and he hadn’t noticed. Now the blood was slowly running down his back and over his ass and down his leg.
“Mikey, it ok, it just my back ok; don’t worry.”
Tre grabs a towel and cleans himself off as he takes Mike clothes over to him.
“It’s nothing ok? Your worse you hit you’re fucking head baby.” Tre kneels down beside Mike and looks at his head, there’s no blood but he’s got a bruise starting to appear.
Once he’s dressed Tre gets a damp cloth and places it over Mike’s head.
“Tre…” Mike says quietly
“Yer Mikey?”
“Do you still love me?”
Tre looks at the bassist puzzled “Of course I do!”
“Oh ok, I just thought….”
“Thought what? That we had door shattering sex, and I stopped loving you!” He walked back to Mike and set a glass of water down before climbing over Mike to snuggle into his side.
“Silly Mike I could never stop loving you.”
Tre leaned up to plant a small kiss on Mike’s lips.
They both smiled at each other then getting comfortable in each others arms and about to doze of when…
“What the FUCK!” Billie’s shrill voice pierced both there ears.
Tre looked up then at Mike.
This was goin to take some explaining…
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Author:
beecat
Pairing: Mike/ Tre
Rating NC-17
Disclaimer: not ture ok!
Notes: this was inspired by this interview. HERE
Montreal, Canada 1997
So Mike and Tre were going though what you could call; a rough patch. People on the outside would think it was because they were tired from the late nights.
But no one heard the manic crazy ass fights or could see the tension in Mike’s shoulder and hear the grogginess in both their voice’s; or they did and was just seeing it as the stresses and strains of touring not the burden of being a couple in a band and being together everyday; living with them in a cramped bus.
Hating to Love one another and Loving to Hate.
It had been going on for some time now and to be completely and utter honest Billie was tired too and all he wanted was for them to at least talk with out screaming at one another, hell Billie reckoned they just need a good hard fuck!
Right now he couldn’t do much since they were climbing out the van to go do an interview for PUNK EMPIRE.
So he figured he’d try think of something while doing the interview.
They were all so tired from last night, Mike got all pissed at Tre for some small little thing none of them can actually really remember but it ended up with Tre tackling him to the ground and trying to hit him; but since Tre no matter how much he hate’s Mike could never really bring himself to hit him, just got up and left with not so much as a word to either one of them.
It was a few hours later that the drummer had come back to find the bus door unlocked and slept in the front on the floor with the bottle of Jack he’d bought and drank most of.
So right now they were sat at a long make shift press table cameras and microphones in front of them.
Billie had tried to sit in the middle of the two but some how it ended up with Tre and Mike sat next to each other. Billie groaned inwardly and just hoped for nothing too….bad would happen.
So the interview began, “So what do you guys think of Canada as a whole?” one guy asks
“What do you think of virgina as a hole?” Tre says, which everyone laughs and Billie half hearty laughs and Mike, well he just pretends Tre said nothing and answers the question while the whole time ignoring Tre’s little annoying attention seeking.
As Mike continues to talk Tre founds new ways to distract himself and possibly piss Mike off, at the same time, so to the nice little toys the people have laid out for them, or a jug of water, some glasses and a spoon. So while Mike continues to talk Tre begins taping the upside down glasses with the spoon which hit the glass jug making a nice ‘cong’ sound, in turn making Mike cringe on the inside and out.
He does it a few times then gets bored; Mike’s sitting there still talking then finishes.
As the same guy asks; “What do you think of Montreal as a whole?”
And Tre replies “It’s not a hole, man. Quit calling it a hole! This places rocks!”
Most people laugh and Mike tries to laugh but the lack of sleep is really getting to him, since he didn’t really sleep much worrying about where Tre had ran off to, this time.
He didn’t even sleep when he heard Tre stumble in and pass out on the floor, he just sighed and moved his head to see a sprawled out lump on the floor.
He stared at him wondering ‘What went wrong?’ and ‘How did it turn out like this?’
He sighed again and contemplated helping Tre or trying to talk, but figured he was asleep, waking him up would just make it worst. So he rolled over and tried to get at least some sleep.
They answered a few more question, when Tre had gotten bored again a started tap the spoon against the glasses; not really paying attention to what he’s doing as another question is asked. But before anyone can answer Mike finally does something about Tre tapping, he grabs one of the glass and flung it to his right as it shattered he cursed “god damn it Tre why don’t you just stop!”
There is a chuckle from the press; no one really noticing anything but a very tired band, and Tre glances over to Mike quickly and mutters a “sorry man,” and Mike goes back to his cup of coffee before muttering “ya so immature.”
Tre ignores the burning pain in his heart from the bassist harsh words and hit the jug again just to prove a point, before discarding the spoon. The question is asked again and the interview continues with Billie answering a lot and Mike, but Tre just occupies himself a little more but making noises and play around with the jug of water some more; just too see if he can annoy the bassist more because… he can.
*********
The interview ends, Tre jumps up and runs ahead to get to the bus mostly because he can’t take the moody bassist anymore.
“Hey!” Mike grabs his arm as they get on to the bus, “What the fuck was all that?”
Tre shrugs, “Fun, Mike. You know F.U.N.”
The scruffy unshaven drummer turns back to go to the back of the bus, but he’s stopped again.
“Hey! Don’t walk away from me.” Mike pulls Tre back towards him.
“Why… WHY would I want to be with you!?” Tre pulls him arm out of Mike grasp, looking him in the eye. “All we do is fight, so what’s the point any more, I can’t do anything right. So why don’t we just leave it?”
Before Mike can answer the door shuts behind them and is locked from the outside and so is the driver’s front doors, the two look out the window to see Billie holding the dangling keys in his hands; smiling.
Mike opens the window, “Hey what the fuck you doing? Let me out!”
“No Mikey,” Billie says calmly, “I will let you both out when you two have talked about whatever it is that crawled up both your asses and made you both intolerable.” He turns around to walk away when he remembers “Oh and when I come back I don’t want any unidentifiable substances all over the bus, because I can just about stand the crusty socks but… yer ok I’m gone, you two have fun now and please, talk, or just fuck each other brains out I really don’t care what it takes, I want a good nights sleep tonight.” With that he’s gone.
Tre starts swearing at him even long after he’s gone.
“TRE!” Mike shouts “He’s gone.”
“Just because we can’t see him doesn’t mean….”
“Shut up!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“Why?”
“Because!”
“Why?
“Because we’re over…” Mike says quietly.
“Oh so if you say were over its ok.” Tre goes to the fridge grabbing a beer and sitting on the table “everything is so clear now YOU say it.” He says mockingly.
“Why do you have to whinnied me up all they time?” Mike asks searching for some beer, “And where the FUCK did all the beer go?!”
“Because I can, and this is the last one.” Tre waves his beer bottle.
Mike sighs and sits down at the table. “Why?” He looks up at Tre.
“Because no one got anymore.” Tre answers.
“I don’t mean that.”
“I know.” Tre sips his beer before handing the rest to Mike, who looks up and smiles but as soon as it appears it’s gone.
“Why don’t you smile more?” Tre wonders more than asks.
“What’s to smile about?” he responses solemnly.
“Me.” He smiles, “But I can never make you laugh anymore can I?” Tre pauses looking down at the bassist, thoughtfully “I try honestly I tried, then I gave up on you… I’m sorry” he whispers.
“You don’t love me anymore do you?” he asks staring out the window holding his breath waiting for the answer.
That never comes.
He looks down at Mike who is staring up at him, studying the picture perfect figure in front of him.
Mike’s baby blue eyes are starting to fill with tears, and before he knows it he’s leaning up to kiss Tre’s sweet cherry lips.
The kiss is soft and sweet and the first in so long they have both forgotten what it felt and taste like.
When they finally pull away Mike’s tears are streaming down his face and Tre kisses them away. “Don’t leave me.” Mike’s eyes beg Tre.
Tre pushes himself off the table and stands in front Mike, “I won’t.” he whispers stoking his hand down Mike’s face.
“Mikey?” Tre pulls Mike up to stand, “Do you still love me?”
“Yes, and I hate it.” He says pushing Tre backwards.
“What? Why?” Tre continues stumbling back and hits the sofa and sinks down and sits looking at Mike with fear.
“Because…” Mike straddles Tre, “You make me weak. And Mike Dirnt doesn’t do weak.”
Tre smiles at the thought of what he does to the bassist, he’s always wanted someone to love him like that.
“WHAT are you grinning at?” Mike snaps.
“You love me.” he says; a wild grin on his face.
“AAAND?”
“AND I love you too…” Tre replies softly.
“You do?” Mike stops his assault on Tre neck to look him in the eye.
“Yes!” Tre grabs Mike’s neck and kisses him passionately; Mike begins to push him down and they kiss feverishly for what seems like ages.
Tre glides his hands up and under Mike’s shirt feeling the goosebumps as he does; Mike moans into his mouth and begins to rub their growing erections together.
Tre lets out a whore-ish moan and Mike smirks “I haven’t heard you do that for ages.” He pants.
Tre moans again; grinning up at Mike. “Fuck me, Mikey.” He gasps when Mike grabs his jeans and all but rips them off the drummers giggling form as Mike’s hand runs up his thigh it turns back to that sweet delectable moan that only Tre can do and only Mike can elect from the drummer.
The feeling of Tre’s skin on his hands is a very foreign sensation; he’s almost forgotten how soft his skin is as he runs his hands up and down Tre’s thighs.
Mike stands up and removes his vest and jeans then looks down at Tre “Tut, tut looks like we have far too many clothes on don’t we.” Mike jumps back on Tre and instead of taking off the drummers shirt he goes it rip it, “NO!” Tre screams “Don’t rip it off!”
“What? Why not?”
Tre sit up and looks down shyly, “Because it’s my Mike shirt.”
Mike looks at him quizzically.
“Don’t you remember? You gave it to me cause I kept wearing it when I stayed at yours. It’s my Mike shirt.” He’s puppy dog eyes look up at the bassist.
Who just laughed at him, Tre glared at the bassist before he jump at him sending them both to the floor with an ‘oof’ Mike was about to scream bloody murder but was preoccupied with a pair of lips mashing together with his own and the pain melted away and he found himself clawing at the drummer and ‘carefully’ removing Tre’s shirt and flinging it somewhere obscure.
Tre without breaking contact pulled them both to standing and some how ridded them both of their boxers; how, Mike will never know, just one minute they were where on the next who knows where.
But back to the moment. So they are both standing. Naked. Kissing.
Mike gropes at Tre’s body running his hands all over him then slowly lifts Tre leg up and slips a digit into him, which elects a moan from him; as quick as it went in its gone. Tre stops and begins to whine before he’s shut up by Mike kissing him and pushing him back up against the wooden door of the bathroom.
Mike then opens the door, spins them both round and slips into the bathroom shutting it behind him. A completely stunted and utterly confused Tre stares at the door in a daze.
A few seconds pass and Mike comes back out with a bottle of lube and a condom; already on.
Tre gins at the bassist precautions; they have always worried about hurting each other when they make love, yes they don’t just fuck they make love.
Mike is on Tre in an instant and Tre’s pushing him up against the now closed bathroom door and Mike flips the cap off the lube and rubs some on his fingers then around Tre’s hole and the drummer shivers; as he feels Mike’s fingers enter him.
Before long Mike is stroking the spot and Tre’s knees are going weak, once Mike has stretched Tre he removes his fingers and rubs some lube on his hard cock.
“Wanna ride?” he grins at Tre; who can only beam back a face full of raw hot lust.
Mike grabs both Tre legs and pushes him up the door a little so he can get better excess.
Tre raps his legs around the bassist’s waist and moans; that whore-ish moan of his as Mike slowly pushes into him they stay there for a few seconds to adjust then Mike begins slowly pushing in and then out again.
Before long Mike is slamming into Tre so hard that Tre’s back is hitting the door at a great force, Mike is moan and groan incoherent words, he pounds into Tre one last time and cums so hard it almost hurts.
Then to door begins to creak; before they know what’s going there laying in on the bathroom floor Tre’s head fell just short of the toilet seat; lucky for him. But not how ever for Mike who defiantly hit it head on, and is lying at a very, to say the least awkward, position.
“MIKE!” Tre shrieks “Oh god Mike are you ok?”
The bassist only mumbles something inaudible; Tre tries to push Mike up slowly but a loud moan of pain come from him.
“Its ok baby, I’m just goin to sit you up.” Tre coos
“OOOW! NO! OOOWEEE!”
“Ok, ok, ok, calm down.” Tre then realises Mike scream because he’s still inside him. And tries to laugh at how he only just realised that.
Any how he moves so Mike can slip out of him and shaking Tre stands up and lifts Mike up slowly; getting him to his feet he directs him to the sofa.
“Here sit down; ok I just get our clothes ok. Good, lay down yer, Right.”
Tre turns around and starts picking up their clothes, “Tre! Tre!”
“What’s wrong you hurt?”
“No Tre but your bleeding!” Mike points to him,
“Where?”
“Your, your back a-and your ass, Ohmygodimsosorry,” Mike stumbles over his words and they come out as a slur of words.
Tre turns to look at himself and finds that, Yes; he is bleeding the wood must have cut his back a little and he hadn’t noticed. Now the blood was slowly running down his back and over his ass and down his leg.
“Mikey, it ok, it just my back ok; don’t worry.”
Tre grabs a towel and cleans himself off as he takes Mike clothes over to him.
“It’s nothing ok? Your worse you hit you’re fucking head baby.” Tre kneels down beside Mike and looks at his head, there’s no blood but he’s got a bruise starting to appear.
Once he’s dressed Tre gets a damp cloth and places it over Mike’s head.
“Tre…” Mike says quietly
“Yer Mikey?”
“Do you still love me?”
Tre looks at the bassist puzzled “Of course I do!”
“Oh ok, I just thought….”
“Thought what? That we had door shattering sex, and I stopped loving you!” He walked back to Mike and set a glass of water down before climbing over Mike to snuggle into his side.
“Silly Mike I could never stop loving you.”
Tre leaned up to plant a small kiss on Mike’s lips.
They both smiled at each other then getting comfortable in each others arms and about to doze of when…
“What the FUCK!” Billie’s shrill voice pierced both there ears.
Tre looked up then at Mike.
This was goin to take some explaining…
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