Billie/Mike hotness!
Title: The Greatest Love Story Never Told
Author: Angie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Billie/Mike, ultimately with mentions of other pairings.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. They own me. There is quite a bit of fact thrown into this one but it's still centered around what we think is fiction. ;p I'm still not so sure.
Summary: My title says it all. This is more or less a Billie/Mike timeline which ends with present day.
Dedications: For my dearest, darling revid for her birthday. Happy Birthday, Mary!! *SMOOOOOCH*
Notes: This is really long. You've been warned. ;p
The Greatest Love Story Never Told
There is a certain comfort that only a best friend can provide. A special look, a smile, an understanding. Billie would know; he's had the same best friend since he was ten years old. When he closes his eyes at night, there is always one face that lulls him to sleep: Mike's.
From the day they met, Billie knew Mike Dirnt was someone special. Of course back then, he was simply Michael Pritchard: asshole to many, hero to one. Mike represented all the things Billie couldn't often vocalize. His happiness, his freedom and in quite a few instances, his sanity.
Simply put, they held each other together. When they were in grade school, one was rarely without the other. Usually it was Billie who ditched school a lot back then, so upon noticing his absence, Mike would slip out casually and meet Billie right where he always knew he'd find him. Billie was like the pot of gold at the end of Mike's rainbow: a treasure to be discovered, if you knew where to look for it.
~*~
When Billie's father passed away, it was Mike who comforted his friend when no one else could get within ten feet of him. It was Mike who held onto him for dear life and whispered unsolicited reassurances in his ear. It was also Mike who passed no judgment whatsoever when Billie finally broke down after weeks of not being able to cry over it. Boys didn't cry; that's what Billie was always taught. When he lost his father, he went into shock. He was ten years old and hadn't been friends with Mike very long but it was long enough to know that Mike was his guardian angel in ten-year-old boy form. He didn't have any wings but he had the most sincere blue eyes which never failed to penetrate the myriad of emotions that Billie often felt.
Mike was the only one that could ever reach him.
They made a pact the night Billie's father died. Or rather, Mike made it for them. A pact to be best friends forever; friends who could survive anything. Mike took out a pocket knife which had been hidden in the depths of one of his socks and wordlessly made a slit in the pad of his index finger. All Billie could do was watch as the ruby liquid dripped down Mike's hand while he curled his fingers around Billie's and duplicated his actions.
Billie hadn't even flinched. Now typically, when someone is wielding a knife, you flinch right? Not Billie. He barely even felt it. That was also the night Billie realized he was in love with Michael Ryan Pritchard. Of course back then, it was a pure, uncomplicated 'best friend' love which would later turn into something deeper.
Even at such a young age, Billie knew it was real though. He also knew that he shouldn't be harboring feelings for his best friend but he didn't care. It had never even occurred to him that since they were both boys, society might condemn them for their actions, but it didn't matter; Mike was special. Mike was his and if Mike wanted to wave a knife under Billie's nose, Billie trusted him. After cutting their fingers open and a sufficient amount of blood had surfaced, Mike laced his hand with Billie's and rubbed their index fingers together as their blood mingled.
"You're my best friend, Billie Joe. And now, we're brothers," Mike had said, giving Billie a toothy grin. And they were, they were blood brothers. Rituals like these were common amongst adolescent boys and these two were no exception. They held hands until the blood had almost fused their fingers together before Mike finally pulled away. Using the hem of his dirty T-shirt, he wiped their hands clean as Billie complied silently. Mike suspected Billie had been too shocked to say anything but the iron grip he had on Mike's hand told the future bassist all he needed to know.
Impulsively, Mike leaned forward and touched their lips together because it felt like the right thing to do; something to solidify the moment. It wasn't a kiss in his eyes, more than anything, it was an unspoken promise. He wanted Billie to know just how much he cared for him and wanted him to know the lengths he'd go to prove his point. When their lips met, Billie let out a surprised gasp but he didn't pull away. Both his heart and pulse raced in unison but he didn't move, he didn't even blink.
The whole thing was over in a flash and then, just as if nothing had happened, Mike stripped off his T-shirt and climbed into Billie's bed where they curled up against one another like always. Only this time, they had a secret. They shared something that no one else in the world was a part of.
Only when Billie was one hundred and fifty percent certain that Mike was sound asleep did he inch forward and brush his lips across Mike's once more. He liked the way it felt earlier, but (as Mike suspected) he had been too stunned to speak, let alone attempt doing it again. Pulling away, he smiled softly to himself as he reached up and touched his fingers to his lips, as if trying to preserve the moment.
"Good night, Mikey," He whispered as he wrapped himself around his best friend and fell into a satisfied sleep.
~*~
To this day, neither one of them consider that kiss their first. It was something they still couldn't quite put into words even after all these years so it was best not to try. Some things were better left unanalyzed. Their first kiss, or first real kiss, was a complete cliché. One for which Billie still teases Mike mercilessly. They were both standing under the mistletoe the Christmas they were fourteen, the year before they formed Sweet Children in fact. It was Christmas Day to be exact and Mike was waiting (rather impatiently) for Billie to dig out his house key so they could escape the freezing elements.
"Hey look, we're standing under the mistletoe," Mike had pointed out casually as he watched Billie fumble with the lock. Looking up, Billie realized that Mike was right and he felt a slight blush creep into his cheeks. As far as he was concerned, mistletoe only meant one thing.
"Y'know," Mike chattered right on, not seeming the least bit nervous. "It's tradition for people to kiss under the mistletoe," He added boldly as he slid his arms around Billie's waist while using Billie's shoulder as a headrest.
"D'ya want me to kiss you man?" Billie had asked, placing heavy emphasis on 'want' as he turned in Mike's arms, grinning stupidly. He hoped that he didn't look as nervous as he suddenly felt. Mike's suggestion would have shocked most people but Billie was unfazed; he and Mike had a very affectionate friendship.
"It's tradition," Mike repeated, sounding more like he was talking about baking Christmas cookies, rather than kissing his best friend. Though, Billie suspected that Mike's sudden boldness was all a result of the mass quantities of spiced eggnog they'd both consumed that evening. "Why? Don'tcha wanna kiss me?" He asked playfully, pretending to sound hurt even as he instinctively inched his face closer.
Instead of replying, Billie simply reacted. He closed the gap between their lips and sighed softly as he felt Mike's mouth melt against his own. It hadn't lasted more than a few seconds but it was enough to stir something deep within both of them which followed them right up to Billie's bedroom. They didn't have sex that night; they certainly weren't ready for that, but they did discover that the other gave a better blowjob than any of the girls they knew. Neither opted to ask where such a skill had been acquired, they just silently thanked the Gods and freed all the skeletons from their proverbial closets.
~*~
It was on Mike's sixteenth birthday that they finally took their friendship to a deeper sexual level. Up until then, it had remained nothing more than lazy kisses and touches coupled with the occasional blowjob. (Or hand job if they were feeling particularly lazy.) Having sex with girls was something they did every chance they got but it still never satisfied their need for one another. There were a few drunken nights that could have amounted to more if John (their original drummer) hadn't been around but, they supposed, everything happened for a reason.
The evening of May 4th, 1988 started out like any other. They practiced and ate dinner together and made each other laugh. Since it was Mike's birthday, Billie's mom had baked him a cake and even chipped in (with Billie) to present him with the new set of guitar strings which Mike had be wanting for the longest time. "These are to shut you up, kid," she had explained with a teasing grin as she kissed Mike's cheek. All in all, it had been a good day.
Like with most things they did, the decision to have sex wasn't planned beforehand. It just happened. It wasn't anything like all the nervous and giggly first times that you read about in teenage romance novels either. No, it was nothing like that though, if memory served, there were a few giggles.
They had just retreated to Billie's room after the evening's birthday festivities. "All right, Mikey, time for some real fun," Billie had said, tossing a nearly full bottle of spiced rum that he'd swiped from his mother's liquor cabinet. They both had jobs now (aside from Sweet Children) working as busboys at Rod's Hickory Pit, where Billie's mother worked as well so, Billie was hoping to replace the rum before Ollie even missed it.
"Whoa, where'd you get this?" Mike asked, icy blue eyes gone wide with both shock and appreciation.
"Two guesses," Billie answered cheekily as he rummaged for the bag of pot he had stashed under his bed for this very occasion.
"Liquor cabinet?" Mike grinned, unscrewing the cap and taking a long swig before handing the bottle back to Billie.
"Bingo," Billie replied as he followed suit. The rum burned going down, but settled comfortably in his belly before he took another swallow. He'd hidden the weed even better than he'd thought as he finally remembered that he'd stuffed it under his mattress for safe keeping. "A ha!" He announced triumphantly, freeing the bag as he pulled a pre-rolled joint from inside it. "It's your birthday, Mikey; you do the honors," Billie had said, tossing Mike both the joint and a lighter.
"Don't mind if I do," Mike grinned as he caught the joint and promptly lit it.
"So, did you make a birthday wish?" Billie had asked when Mike relocated and joined him on the bed.
"Nah," Mike replied casually as he passed Billie the joint. "I got everything I want right here," He added with a smile as he leaned over and caught Billie's lips in a quick kiss. It was a simple gesture but it made Billie's heart race.
"Hey Mikey, you wanna..." Billie's voice dropped to an unsteady whisper as he snuffed out the roach and climbed into Mike's lap.
"Fuck yeah," Mike agreed, yanking his shirt over his head before sliding his arms around Billie and pulling him even closer. It was when Billie got down between Mike's spread knees that Mike pulled him up gently while explaining that he had a better idea.
Blowjobs were just not going to do.
The sex was only slightly awkward and severely messy but it had been wonderful. Billie topped. There hadn't even been a question about that. The whole thing lasted all of about five minutes and ended with Billie coming hard inside Mike and Mike coming all over the both of them.
"Sorry about that," Mike replied sheepishly as he surveyed their sticky situation.
"Don't be," Billie assured him as he slid forward and claimed Mike's mouth again, kissing him hungrily. "That was fucking hot," He panted, reaching for a nearby towel so he and Mike could clean up a bit. "Happy Birthday," He whispered as he pulled the covers up around them.
And the rest, as they say, is (sexual) history.
~*~
As the years passed, their friendship only strengthened. Sure, they'd had their fair share of arguments but it wasn't anything they couldn't overcome. They were invincible.
The boys were eighteen when Billie first set his sights on Adrienne Nesser, which admittedly put a slight strain on their friendship. Not at first, but eventually, once Mike realized that Adrienne wasn't just another face in the crowd. It all worked out in the end, as most things do, but Mike was admittedly jealous of Adrienne at first. Before Billie met her, Mike had been the only one to create that charming sparkle in Billie's eyes and that unnerved him slightly.
They were at a gig in Minneapolis when Billie first met Adrienne and he was completely blown away; he had never met a more intriguing woman. Or girl, rather since Adrienne was hardly a woman at the time. It was nearly love at first sight and the two were married four years later when Adrienne also discovered she was pregnant with their first child, Joey. Currently, their count is up to two, with their second son being the utterly adorable Jakob Armstrong.
Now, it also needs to be said that prior to this, Green Day had experienced a bit of reconstructive surgery. Gone was their original drummer, John Kiffmeyer (aka: Al Sobrante) and in his place was what they later realized to be their missing puzzle piece: Tré Cool.
Tré completed them and with his help, Green Day made it big.
1994 was a big year for the band. It was the year Billie finally married Adrienne but, even bigger than that, it was when their third (and best-selling) album, Dookie was released. Present day, at over twenty million copies sold, Dookie holds the current title for best selling punk album of all time.
1994 was unfortunately a rocky year for Billie and Mike though. When Billie married Adrienne, Mike slipped into a quiet depression. He tried hard not to let it show, but both Tré and Billie saw right through him. In fact, it was Tré who called him on it in the first place and tried to shake some sense into Mike.
"Let it go, man; they're married now," He'd said, somewhat icily even though he really was trying to help Mike along. He knew the bassist was having a tough time with it. Hell, he was having a tough time with it himself. He had his own complex feelings for Billie that were kept bottled up inside where they were festering unhealthily but what could he do? The sad reality was that there wasn't much that either of them could do.
"I know, man. I know," Mike replied that night, when he and Tré were getting shitfaced in a nearly empty bar. "It's just fucking hard, you know? I, uh, well... " His voice trailed off as he reconsidered what he was about to say. Was he really in love with Billie Joe? Or did he just think he was?
"It's okay, man. I know," Tré assured, running a warm hand up Mike's thigh. "Y'still got me, y'know," He whispered playfully as he gave Mike's knee an affectionate squeeze.
What the hell, Mike thought and took Tré home and fucked him right into his mattress.
Now, what came of that night (besides each other. Repeatedly.) was two things. One, Mike realized he was definitely in love with Billie (despite his undying adoration for Tré) and two, he was not going to have Billie (the way he wanted him) ever again. This of course caused his depression to increase at lightning speed. He drank more, abused drugs even more than what was considered 'normal' for him and fucked anyone and anyone who came along. Men, women, it didn't matter. He and Tré were fucking quite regularly too but they had an understanding. Tré was his savior. Sometimes what they both needed was a good, hard fuck and their friendship was solid enough that they could do just that and never give it a second thought.
There was one night where Mike was pretty much fucked out of his mind and couldn't even play properly which had his band mates really concerned. Admittedly, since he and Adrienne had gotten married, Billie had been somewhat oblivious (unresponsive was probably the better term) to Mike's pain and suffering for the most part, which he still kicks himself for, even presently.
Most days, they still kissed each other hello and good-bye and when they'd both been drinking, their kisses would linger a bit longer than necessary, but that was about it. This one night, (or weekend, rather) Adrienne was visiting her mother, so the boys had the house to themselves. Tré and Billie watched as Mike put away an entire six pack of beer in less than an hour which pretty much ceased any and all hopes they had of having a successful practice that night. After a while, things just became so fucking weird that Tré needed out. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Tré sensed that Billie and Mike needed to talk, so he politely excused himself and went to crash in his car; he was far too drunk to drive.
"What's wrong, Mike?" Billie had asked as he settled himself on the couch next to his best friend.
"What's wrong?" Mike snickered, throwing up his hands in genuine frustration. What's wrong, Billie wanted to know. It was almost laughable. Since Mike didn't know the most polite way to admit that he was jealous of his best friend's wife, he shrugged and reached for his beer again. Only this time, a tiny hand reached out and curled around his wrist, immediately stopping his actions.
"Mike, what the fuck is wrong with you, man? And so help me God, if you say 'nothing' because I know it's fucking something. Look at you, man. You're drunk off your ass, you eyes are fucking glazed over and I'm beginning to wonder when you last set foot in the shower," Billie hissed as he gripped Mike by the face and forced their eyes to meet.
"Fuck you, Billie Joe. In fact, fuck off. Why don't you go call up your wife and have hot phone sex or some shit and leave me the fuck alone," He growled as he ripped his beer from the table and drained the rest of it in one swift gulp.
And just like that, a light bulb went off in Billie's brain, clearly illuminating what had been kept in the dark for so long.
Mike was jealous.
A fact which made Billie's heart ache for his friend. Sure, Billie was married now but that didn't mean that he loved Mike any less. If anything, he loved him even more probably. It's just that his marriage was so new and he wanted to be a good husband, so lately, he'd been spending every free moment with Adrienne. She even came to most of their band practices because Billie didn't think that Mike or Tré minded.
One of the first conversations that Billie and Adrienne had as a married couple revolved around Mike, in fact. Adrienne flat out asked what Mike was to Billie and even more specifically, if they were fucking. Billie dared not break the trust that he and Adie had fought hard to build so he answered truthfully and then proceeded to define his and Mike's entire relationship for her.
After he'd spilled it all, he half expected Adrienne to run screaming or to slap him or just ... something. Instead, she kissed him sweetly, told him that she understood and added that if she ever caught him with another woman, she'd cut his dick off.
It was at that precise moment that Billie realized he'd married a saint.
Now, getting back to the angsty couple sitting on Billie's couch that chilly December evening, Billie decided that there were a few things that Mike needed to hear.
"That's what this is about? You're jealous?" Billie smirked, trying hard to contain his amusement because he knew Mike was genuinely hurting.
"FUCK OFF," Mike snarled, swiping at his empty beer bottle which sent it flying. Shards of amber glass scattered around the living room as the bottle connected with the nearest wall.
Billie wanted to be pissed; should have been pissed but he just couldn't be. Mike needed him and it was time to prove to Mike that Billie needed him as well.
"Mikey," Billie whispered, taking both of Mike's trembling hands into his own and squeezing them gently. "You know I haven't stopped loving you, right?" He asked gingerly as he tilted his head to meet Mike's bleary eyes.
"Fuck all you know about love, Billie Joe," Mike replied as snatched his hands back and looked away.
"I'm serious, you fucker," Billie replied a bit nastily as he gripped Mike's knee. "Would you fucking look at me?" He pleaded as Mike hastily obliged. Well, at least he was still in control, which was a good thing, Billie thought to himself as he quickly assessed the situation. "Look, I'm sorry as hell that you're hurting over this but you should have come to me about ---" He began but was immediately silenced by Mike's frigid words.
"And what? Tell you that I didn't want you to get married? Tell you that I wanted you to love me best? What, Billie? What the fuck was I supposed to say?" Mike replied, his words coming out in a fevered rush, spilling from his lips as he tried to stand on shaky legs.
The sad truth was that Billie didn't have a logical answer for that. If the tables had been turned, Billie would have probably done the same thing.
"Shit, I don't know, Mike. I wish I did though," Billie answered honestly as he got to his feet and hugged Mike from behind.
"Well, that makes two of us then, doesn't it?" Mike retorted as he allowed himself to lean on Billie for support. "Fuck. I'm sorry, Bill. It's just that ... well, I fucking love you. And believe me, I've tried to stop but you're worse than drugs, you know," He added with a slight smirk, though he was hardly laughing.
"Well, what if I don't want you to stop?" Billie asked, turning Mike gently until they were face to face. "What if I love you just as much?" He asked, taking note of the way Mike's blue eyes gleamed suddenly. It was just a flash but it was certainly a welcome sight.
"I'd say we're both fucked then," Mike replied as he leaned his forehead against Billie's.
"How so?" Billie countered as he slid his arms around Mike's waist and held him tight.
"Because you're married," Mike reminded him gently, as if Billie could possibly forget? "I know we can't do this anymore and I can't say that it doesn't hurt but the fact is, I still love you," He replied a bit sadly as he gingerly kissed Billie's lips.
"That was pathetic, Dirnt," Billie replied, pulling away slightly.
"W-what? What was pathetic? Me pouring my heart out? Gee, thanks man," Mike spat as he dropped his hold on Billie.
"No, that kiss, Billie clarified with an amused snort. "That was pretty sad, man. I happen to know from firsthand experience that you can do better," He challenged as he teasingly draped himself back on the couch.
"Oh, you asked for it, Armstrong," Mike hissed as he staggered towards the couch. Gripping the front of Billie's T-shirt, he used it as leverage to pull the smaller man into his arms as he proceeded to kiss the breath right out of him.
"See there? I knew you could do it," Billie smirked playfully when he regained his speaking ability.
"This doesn't change things, though. You're still married and I still can't have you," Mike replied sadly, as he was forced into being their voice of reason.
"Says who?" Billie quipped, dazzling green eyes clouded with lust as he slipped his hands underneath Mike's dirty T-shirt. "And would ya take this fuckin' thing off? Seriously man, a shower wouldn't kill you," He teased as he helped remove the offensive object.
"Says your wife, if she knew, and fuck you; I took a shower yesterday, thankyouverymuch," Mike insisted, as he let the soft cotton slide off his body.
"We're not under any water conservation restrictions are we?" Billie joked, as he leaned in to sniff Mike comically.
"I hate you," Mike snapped, eyes dancing with happiness which countered every word.
"You do not; you just told me you loved me," Billie stated very matter-of-factly as he reached out to ruffle Mike's unruly hair.
"I lied," Mike answered, attempting to look serious though he was failing fast.
"You don't lie, Mike," Billie quickly reminded him as he traced his fingers over some of the artwork that decorated Mike's toned body.
"Yeah, well I'm thinking about taking it up," Mike said as folded his arms across his chest.
"That's a damn shame then," Billie stated as he scooted away. "Just when I've got Adie warmed up to the idea of you and I, you fall out of love with me. Ah, well. Tré still loves me. Perhaps I should give him a call," Billie teased as he flipped open his phone and pretended to punch in some numbers.
"Don't you fucking dare," Mike hissed, snatching Billie's cell phone and tossing it onto the far end of the couch, out of Billie's reach. "Now, would you kindly repeat that bit about Adie and us and whatthefuck?" Mike asked, his eyes growing impossibly wide as he waited for Billie to explain.
"Oh, you mean about how Adie is okay with our relationship?" Billie asked, with heavy emphasis on 'okay' as he grinned stupidly.
"What? How? I mean, ... when?" Mike stuttered as he tried to wrap his mind around the situation.
"Right after we got married, actually," Billie smirked as he tried hard not to launch into a fit of giggles. He'd drank his fair share of beer that evening and was starting to feel a bit lightheaded since they'd not eaten yet.
"But Bill, you got married in July. It's December," Mike pointed out as he tried not to look horrified that Billie had been keeping this information from him for so long.
"Oh, did I forget to mention that?" Billie teased, knowing full well that he had to redeem himself, and do it quickly before Mike unleashed his wrath upon him.
"Um, yeah," Mike replied sarcastically as he waited to hear what else Billie had to say.
"Sorry about that," Billie replied honestly this time. He wasn't teasing now because all in all, this was meant to be serious. "I guess I was feeling a bit guilty that Adie would be so understanding about us. I mean, who does that? Who blatantly allows their husband to keep his boyfriend despite the fact that he's married?" Billie asked rhetorically as he reached for Mike's hand. "So, uh, in case I didn't make it crystal clear, Adie is okay with all of this. She just said that if she ever caught me with another woman that she'd cut my dick off," Billie snorted as he and Mike both erupted in laughter.
"Does Tré in drag count?" Mike asked curiously as the thought entered his mind.
"You know, I'm not sure. Should I call her up and find out?" He snickered, making grabby hands for his discarded cell phone.
"You touch that phone and I'm not touching you," Mike calmly stated as he began undoing his pants.
"You shower first or I'm not touching you," Billie countered as he took in Mike's horrified expression.
"What? You don't smell pretty, man. Tell you what, you go shower, and I promise to make it worth your while," Billie purred, sliding himself into Mike's lap and kissing him hard.
"Change of plans, it looks like you need a shower too," Mike informed as he abruptly broke the kiss and wriggled out from under Billie while attempting to get them both to heir feet.
"Hey, I just took a shower a few hours ago; I smell beautiful," Billie joked as he sniffed his own T-shirt dramatically.
"Dude, you smell like beer and it's kinda gross," Mike replied as he picked up Billie's half-empty beer from the coffee table and proceeded to pour it over his head. "Oops," He added as an afterthought as he watched Billie lick away the stray drips that were now running down his face.
"I can't believe you just did that," Billie stated calmly as he wiped the beer out of his eyes.
"Consider that payback for waiting this long to tell me about Adrienne," Mike whispered as he leaned in to lick a burning trail up Billie's sopping neck.
"And they say payback is a bitch," Billie moaned as he began pulling his wet T-shirt off.
"You're married to a saint, you know," Mike said suddenly as he looked deep into Billie's eyes.
"Tell me something I don't know," Billie laughed as he struggled with his unforgiving belt buckle.
"I love you," Mike whispered, leaning in to help Billie get his pants undone just before he reached around to give his ass a firm squeeze.
"I knew that," Billie smiled, reaching out to help Mike out of his own pants which he'd already unbuckled and unzipped.
"I'm horny," Mike whispered, his voice thick and hot as his words invaded Billie's brain.
"I could have guessed that," Billie purred as he reached his hand into Mike's boxers and closed his fingers around Mike's massive erection, pumping steadily.
"I bought a pair of handcuffs last week," Mike stammered as the sudden pleasure began exploding all around him.
"Jackpot."
~*~
I'd like to say that they lived happily ever after but the story is far from over. We've simply covered 1994, but that was probably the most significant year in Green Day history. Or, at least until the next decade. Little did they know that 2004 was going to be the year that really changed their lives; the year that American Idiot was born.
Presently, we've fast-forwarded to 2006 and it's safe to say that for this little band from Oakland, California, life has been good to them. They've been through everything and back ranging from girlfriends, marriages, children, divorces, injuries and basically, a whole decade's worth of insanity but they've survived it.
Billie Joe and Adie are the only ones who've kept a steady marriage but that's not to say that they didn't hit any rocky patches over time. Like any good marriage, they were faced with tests of strength which they were lucky enough to pass with flying colors. Presently, Mike is dating his steady girlfriend, Brittney Cade who seems to get along famously with his nine-year-old daughter, Estelle. Tré appears to be single for the most part but he's also been blessed with not one but two beautiful children, Ramona and Frankito, who is the spitting image of his father.
After American Idiot had run it's impressive course, the band soon found themselves back in the recording studio. They felt that it was time to regroup and get to work on their tenth album which already promises to be spectacular.
Most recently, they'd gotten together with the legendary U2 to record a song called The Saints Are Coming which they all performed together back in September during the NFL pre-show which also marked the official reopening of Louisiana's Superdome. Success was looming around every single corner that they've turned (or so it seemed) and not a day goes by that all the members of Green Day don't thank their lucky stars.
So now, we're going to take a look into the present day lives of Billie Joe Armstrong and Mike Dirnt who, through it all, have remained the best of friends and on occasion still give into their burning passion for one another.
~*~
It was a quiet Autumn evening at the Armstrong house where Billie and Mike found themselves down in Billie's makeshift studio, working on their latest record. Billie was loving Mike's input so far, and overall, they were making a lot of progress. They already knew the direction they wanted their album to go but it was just a matter of getting it there. Since Adie had taken Tré dress shopping, they had the house to themselves and they were enjoying their time together immensely.
Perhaps it should be clarified that it was nearly Halloween and that the dress was for Tré's costume, (so he insisted) not that anyone would have really given it a second thought if it wasn't; they were used to Tré's cross-dressing by now. Their beloved drummer had a definite fetish for women's clothing and the sad reality was that he looked better as a woman than most actual women. Or, at least where Billie and Mike were concerned; it was mind-boggling.
"What's so funny?" Mike demanded as he looked up to realize that Billie was laughing to himself.
"Oh, it's nothin', man. I was just thinking about Tré in drag," He scoffed as he picked up his pen and tried to write again. He had a lyric stuck in his head but he wasn't able to make it work just yet.
"Really? Do tell," Mike prodded as he looked at Billie expectantly.
"Oh, it's nothing like that," Billie clarified, (except it was exactly like that, for the record) his face flushing scarlet. "It just amazes me, that's all. Tré is pretty fucking hot as a chick, ya gotta admit," He laughs as he gets up from the couch he'd been suctioned to for the past hour. They'd been down in the basement for what felt like an eternity and the muscles in his back were not happy with him at all.
"Better than we do, that's for damn sure," Mike shuddered while conjuring up a frightening memory.
"Hey, fuck you! I look good in drag," Billie protested, giving Mike his trademark pout.
"One, I'm not that desperate," He says, his eyes glittering mischievously. "And two, you might look good if you worked at it. I've seen you in drag and it's kind of scary, dude. I mean, you were wearing white boxers underneath a fuckin' grandma dress and you didn't even shave your legs. Tré applies himself, man," Mike laughed as he remembered the time he walked in on the drummer mid-preparation.
"Well, I guess I'm just going to have to surprise you one of these days," Billie retorted with a sneer as he began twisting his body at odd angles to try and relieve some of the tension in his back.
"I'll be sure and charge my camera," Mike teased as he hauled himself off the couch. "Your back bothering you again?" He asks, taking a step closer.
"Yeah, but I'll be fine," Billie insisted as he began putting away their material. They'd worked hard enough for one afternoon, and now he just wanted to go upstairs and relax.
"C'mere," Mike says and then suddenly, he's pulling Billie closer. "I'll get the kinks out," He explained, sliding his hands onto Billie's shoulders. In seconds, his expert touch warmed Billie's tightened muscles and helped to immediately ease the screaming tension.
Mike was good with his hands and Billie was putty.
"Fuuuuuck, that feels good," Billie moaned as Mike's skilled fingers dipped under his T-shirt to rub his bare skin. It was warm to the touch and Mike had to fight hard not to clear the coffee table and just take Billie right there. It certainly had been far too long and suddenly, his body was reacting.
"I aim to please," Mike says simply, hoping that he sounded casual. After another minute or two, he was on fire and he knew they had to stop soon. Well, not so much that they had to but if they didn't, his arousal was going to become very evident.
"Nnnghhhhh," Billie purred, his voice low and thick as he leaned into Mike's expert touch.
That was all it took for the warning bells to go off inside the bassist's head.
"Okay, all set!" Mike chirped as he abruptly ended the massage. He patted Billie's back a few times for good measure and took his time smoothing the singer's shirt back down before he stepped away quickly. At that moment, he was extremely grateful for the fact that he'd chosen to wear baggy pants. "Better?" He asks, catching a glimpse of Billie's delirious expression.
"Fuck yeah, thanks," Billie whispered, while stretching his body like a satisfied cat. He wanted to ask why Mike stopped so suddenly but he decided to let the matter drop. It was just as well, because as much as he was enjoying the massage, he was starting to feel a little too good. His whole face was flushed (he was sure of that) and an all-too-familiar heat was bubbling up inside his lower abdomen; stopping was probably for the best.
"I could really use a drink," Mike piped up once he had composed himself a bit. "Got any beer, man?" He asks as he pulled on the sneakers that he'd kicked in the corner earlier.
"Is the Pope Catholic? Dude, you know better than to ask if I have any beer, man. I have beer and I have some wine too. You want some wine?" Billie offered, as he turned the lights out in the studio.
"Nah, wine is for pussies," Mike snickered, relishing the glare Billie shot him just as the words tumbled from his lips. "I'll take a beer though," He adds with a smile as he and Billie head up to the kitchen.
"First you insult my wine and now you want my beer?" Billie asked, his voice dripping with faux sarcasm as Mike settled comfortably on one of the empty barstools.
"Something like that," Mike grinned as Billie handed him a beer. "So dude, how did Adie get roped into going shopping with Tré?" He asks as he takes a long, appreciative sip.
"He trusts her fashion sense?" Billie shrugged as he pours himself a glass of wine. "Besides, as you've already pointed out, we'd be no help," He laughed as he took a seat next to Mike. "Plus, he really loves that one black dress she has, you know, the one with the leopard trim? They're trying to find something like that because hers didn't fit him," Billie replied nonchalantly as he sipped his wine.
"Tré tried on one of Adie's dresses?" Mike snorted, trying hard not to spit out his beer. The mere thought of that was just too much to handle. It wasn't so much the idea of Tré in drag (since that was old news) but the idea of Adrienne trying to zip Tré into one of her frilly dresses, well, that was just too much for Mike.
"Yeah, but it was a little too tight, and his panty lines were showing," Billie laughed, picturing it vividly.
"Dude, does anything about that sentence disturb you in the slightest?" Mike asked, his eyes wide. "Tell me that Tré wasn't wearing her panties too?" He adds, preparing for the worst.
"No, you sick fuck. Tré has his own panties, man. (No, nothing disturbing about that at all) In fact, he was wearing the lacy blue ones that you gave him for his birthday," Billie pointed out as he poured himself a little more wine.
"Oh shit, I forgot about those! They were meant as a joke, man. Tré actually wears them?" Mike laughed, draining what was left of his beer.
"Well, I assume so. He's never paraded around in them for us though, the bastard," Billie pouted as he reached for a bag of pretzels that were laying on the counter.
"Dude, what else don't I know? What on earth do you and Tré do when I leave here after practice?" Mike teased, elbowing Billie in the ribs playfully.
"That's for us to know and for you to pay good money to find out," Billie quipped, giving Mike a flirty wink. "Besides, you couldn't handle the truth," He joked as he reached for his pen. Suddenly, a lyric popped into his brain and he had to get it down before it disappeared.
For some reason, Billie's last comment made Mike's stomach turn. It was no secret that over the years all three of them had definitely crossed the boundaries of friendship, often ending up as one hot, sweaty threesome. However, it's always eaten away at Mike's brain as to whether Billie and Tré were hitting the sheets when he wasn't around. Some nights Tré left a lot later than Mike did and Mike often wondered what when on. Far be it for him to ever ask though; he figured he probably didn't want to know the answer anyway.
"Oh, I can handle it," Mike snipped, getting up to help himself to another beer as Billie looked at him blankly.
"Handle what?" Billie asked, his eyebrows knitting in confusion. Whenever inspiration struck him, getting him to keep up with a conversation was futile.
"Earth to Billie Joe!" Mike said, snapping his fingers in Billie's face as if trying to bring him back to reality. "What were we just talking about?"
"Tré being a fag?" Billie offers, laughing at his own joke like it was the funniest thing in the world.
"Partially correct. And you know he's Bi, asswipe. We just haven't seen him with a girl for a while," Mike added, deciding to just let go the previous conversation. It was probably best that he didn't know whatever went on at Tré's apparent fashion show.
"Right, because cock sucking is incredibly time consuming," Billie pointed out as he got up from the bar and began watering Adie's house plants; something he forgot to do earlier which was a crime punishable by probable castration if the plants died. Since he was home a lot more now, Adie had given him a whole list of daily chores to tackle and he knew his sex life would be in danger if he didn't get them done.
At the sight of Billie Joe holding the dainty watering canister all other thoughts vanished from Mike's mind as he burst into a fit of juvenile giggles. It was a sight to be seen. There Billie Joe was, in all his semi-manly glory, (sans make-up even) and he was holding a frilly little pink-and-white watering canister that looked like it should have belonged to Martha Stewart.
"Dude, if you aren't the pot calling the kettle queer!" Mike teased as he brought his beer to his lips once more. Unfortunately, actual consumption was not an option since he was laughing too hard. It felt good actually. Really good. It had been far too long since the dynamic duo had spent any quality time together. Not that they didn't love every minute spent with their families or with the band, but on occasion, they needed time to themselves; to reconnect.
"Kiss my ass, pussy boy," Billie hissed good-naturedly as he struggled to water the plants on the top shelf. Given his height (or lack thereof) he had to stand on his tiptoes to complete the task.
"Oh, you'd love that," Mike retorted as he hopped off his barstool. "Give me that fuckin' thing," He snapped, prying the canister out of Billie's hand. As fun as watching Billie struggle was, the constant glimpse of pallid skin where Billie's shirt rode up was maddening. It caused things to stir in Mike that hadn't been, well, stirred in quite a while.
Not since the last night of the American Idiot tour, actually. Even then, it hadn't amounted to more than a celebratory kiss and teasing hands but still, it had been a while. Now, Mike Junior (the 'Junior' part being a definite contradictory of terms) was wide awake and seeking attention. Fuck. Not here, he thought. Not now. Though, now was as good a time as any. Better, in fact, since they both knew that when Tré and Adie went shopping, it meant several devoted hours and extremely worn out credit cards.
"Hey," Billie squeaked, as said canister was ripped from his fingers. "I can do it y'know," He hissed playfully though, internally grateful that Mike had taken over. When no one was around, Billie usually just hopped up onto the counter but he didn't want to do that in front of Mike; he'd just feel even more like a midget than he usually did.
"Oh, I know," Mike replied patronizingly. "But as much fun as it is watching you hop around like a horny chicken, I figured I'd save you the trouble," He explained as he easily watered the plants and set the canister back down.
"A horny chicken?" Billie asked, cocking one eyebrow. "Dude, do I even want to know why you know what a horny chicken looks like? Please tell me that Tré hasn't been forcing you to watch more animal porn," Billie replied, fixing a curious gaze on Mike.
"Hey Bill?" Mike asked, his eyes lighting up suddenly.
"Yeah?" Billie asked, a bit wearily. It wasn't like Mike not to have a witty reply handy.
"Shut the fuck up," Mike suggested, once again picking up the watering canister and tipping it over Billie's head. It had been over ten years since he'd done something like that and it was liberating, actually. He didn't pour much, but it was enough to cause Billie's hair to stick to his forehead in matted clumps and it was certainly enough to amuse Mike endlessly.
"You're an asshole," Billie said calmly, while reaching out to use the hem of Mike's shirt to wipe his face.
"I love you too, Bill," Mike laughed and surprisingly didn't protest even as his shirt was used as a makeshift towel.
"Thanks, man. Now I'm going to catch pneumonia and die and it will all be your fault," Billie grumbled playfully as he shook the excess water out of his hair.
"This coming from the guy who once thought it would be a good idea to skinny dip in fifty degree weather?" Mike joked, sticking his tongue out at Billie as he swiped at the stray water droplets that had sprayed across his face.
"I didn't hear you complaining at the time," Billie countered, giving Mike a predatory smile.
"Yeah, well, if memory serves, you definitely made it up to me," Mike grinned, remembering the evening fondly.
"Warmed you right on up, didn't I?" Billie whispered, taking a step closer to Mike as he raked his wet hair out of his face.
"Yeah," Mike nodded, swallowing hard as an unexpected lump suddenly formed in his throat. Well, this was certainly unexpected.
"I think you owe me one," Billie added as he leaned forward and placed a teasing kiss against Mike's lips. Mike gasped, but didn't pull away. Instead, he reached out to push the wet strands of hair out of Billie's eyes before speaking.
"Is that so?" Mike asked, his mouth twisting into an amused smile. "Well, I think it's the other way around, man. You've been making me fucking hard for you all night," He hissed as he reached out and pulled Billie closer. Effortlessly, he took a hold of Billie's hand and positioned it over his own crotch so Billie could feel just how hard he was. "You see what you do to me? You think you can get away with being such a fucking tease?" He asked, as he hooked Billie by the belt loops and brought their bodies crashing together.
"Is it my fault that you're fucking hot and that every time I'm with you, I just want to fuck you right into next week?" Billie growled as he began frantically clawing at Mike's zipper.
"Hey," Mike spoke up suddenly, reaching out to still Billie's hand. "The pool table," He choked out as he glanced into the den. "I've always dreamt of you fucking me over that damn table," He admitted, his eyes darkening with lust.
"Really?" Billie replied, scrunching his nose up in complete amusement.
"Are we really sitting here debating it when my dick is as hard as fucking rock?" Mike questioned, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as Billie continued to work his pants open.
"Sorry," Billie whispered, leaning in to kiss Mike slowly, and softly. It was a nice contrast to way he was roughly handling him otherwise. Without breaking the kiss, he managed to rip Mike's pants open and push them down as far as he could manage before dragging his nails up Mike's thighs.
"Fuck," Mike panted once they'd broken apart for air. "Jesus, it's been too fuckin' long man. We can't keep doing this shit," He whispered, leaning forward and kissing a wet trail up Billie's neck.
"Doing what shit?" Billie murmured as his head lolled backward.
"Waiting this long to touch each other, man," Mike replied as he curled his fingers underneath the hem of Billie's T-shirt. In one swift motion, he had it off the singer's body and tossed in a discarded heap before Billie barely had a chance to register what happened.
In response, Billie looked up and smiled sweetly before working the top two buttons of Mike's own shirt open. Once he had a sufficient amount of slack, he grabbed the two folded corners and gave them a swift tug which sent buttons flying in all directions. Billie was pretty certain that he'd managed to rip them all off at once and he was damn proud of that fact. Once Mike's chest was visible, Billie leaned forward and placed a spiral of soft kisses that kept dipping lower and lower. Now, Mike stood there clad in only a ruined shirt, which was fully open in the front and a pair of heather gray boxer-briefs. During the shirt fiasco, Mike had somehow managed to step his own way out of his pants, which were now lying in a heap at their feet.
When Billie's fingers slipped into the waistband of his underwear, Mike's hands shot out once again to grip his friend's wrists before Billie reached the point of no return. "Whoa, whoa," He hissed, his breathing uneven and spastic as he gathered Billie in his arms. "No foreplay man. You're going to fuck me, and you're going to do it Now," He growled as he began dragging Billie in the direction of the pool table. Billie certainly didn't protest as Mike stripped off his underwear and hopped up onto the unforgiving green felt.
"Fuck, I'll be right back," Billie panted as he made a beeline for the downstairs bathroom. In record time, he returned with both condoms and lube, which he was frantically applying to his now-naked self. Apparently, his pants had come off somewhere in the transition which was a delightful surprise for Mike upon Billie's return. "Now, where were we?" He purred as he settled himself between Mike's spread legs.
"I think you were just about to fuck me into next week," Mike said, reaching out to grab a fistful of Billie's hair as he crushed their lips together. In seconds, Billie's lips parted, allowing the kiss to deepen immediately as he pushed Mike's shirt the rest of the way off his body.
"Mmmmmphhhhhhh," Billie mumbled against Mike's mouth as Mike's erection was suddenly poking him in the stomach. "I think we need to take care of this," He whispered as he wrapped his fingers around Mike's cock and gave it a few teasing strokes.
"I can take care of that," Mike corrected as he gently pried Billie's fingers away. "I need you inside me," He begged as he scooted backwards on the table. The felt covering might as well have been sandpaper for all the difference his ass felt but he could hardly care about that. In minutes, he was finally going to be living one of his ultimate fantasies and it was almost too good to be true.
"Lay back," Billie instructed so that Mike's legs could be draped over his shoulders. This gave him the perfect angle from which to enter as he began rubbing his cock against Mike's opening. "Take a deep breath, okay?" He asked, reaching his free hand out to kneed and squeeze the soft flesh of Mike's ass.
Mike did as he was told, and in seconds he felt that delicious burn that he loved so much. He inhaled sharply as Billie entered him and immediately curled a hand around his cock, pumping himself slowly. "Oh Jesus, Bill," He panted as Billie began to move within him. With each thrust, Billie got closer and closer to hitting Mike's prostate. He knew when he found it though, (hell, the whole world probably knew) because Mike cursed a perverted blue streak. "Oh God, right fucking there, man," He panted as he continued to work himself simultaneously.
As Billie fucked him, he once again began dragging his nails along Mike's thighs, leaving angry red marks in their wake. "God, you're still so fucking tight," Billie moaned as he felt the telltale signs of orgasm burning in his belly. "Fuck ... I'm not gonna last much longer," He moaned, as he gripped Mike's thighs for support.
By this time, Mike's cock was red and swollen from overuse and completely slicked up with his own juices as his hand slid up and down it effortlessly. "Jesus fuck, neither am I," He whispered as Billie pounded him relentlessly.
Billie was trying to stave off his orgasm as long as he possibly could because coming simultaneously was something Billie liked to strive for, when he could. It didn't often happen but it was always a nice surprise when it did. "F-fuck, are you close?" He panted, squeezing his eyes shut as he threw his head back and drove his cock in as deep as he could. He felt Mike trembling beneath him and knew he had to be close.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck!" Mike shouted just as the first waves of orgasm approached. "Harder!" He pleaded, thrashing beneath Billie like a caged animal as Billie happily obliged. He slammed into Mike one final time which was all it took for their worlds to collide. In seconds, they were both coming hard, and fast, shouting each other's names which were laced with a heavy dose of profanity as their orgasms completely exploded within them.
With a final cry, Billie slid himself out of Mike and collapsed heavily on top of him, until they were one big sweaty mass of writhing bodies. For a moment or two, neither of them spoke; couldn't speak, actually. After such an earth shattering orgasm it was amazing that they were actually able to speak again so quickly.
"That was ... " Mike began but his lungs just couldn't cooperate.
"Yeah," Billie agreed, sliding up Mike's body to capture his lips in a rough kiss.
There just weren't enough words for what that was. It was completely unexpected but it had certainly been welcome. Just because they didn't get together as frequently as they did when they were younger didn't mean they thought about it any less. They had just become responsible adults, much to their own shock and horror.
"Oh man," Mike spoke up suddenly as a thought occurred to him. "Do you realize that Tré is going to kill you when he finds out about this?"
"Why? Because we had sex?" Billie asked, completely puzzled since Tré should be used to it by now.
"No, because you won't even let him set his drink on your pool table," Mike replied, doing nothing to choke back his laughter.
"Ah," Billie nodded, understanding it finally as a few giggles escaped him. "Well, what Tré doesn't know, won't hurt him right?" He winked as he kissed his way up Mike's chest.
"Unless, I tell him," Mike countered, knowing full well that neither of them cared, really. It was a game they sometimes played; it kept things interesting.
"Name your price," Billie whispered, settling himself on top of Mike as he laced their fingers together.
"You promised me drag, man. I expect you to deliver and I expect silk panties," Mike noted as the blue fire in his eyes ignited once again.
"Do I have to shave too?" Billie pouted, though, admittedly the idea was rather hot.
"Affirmative," Mike smiled as he tried to paint the picture in his mind.
"Do I get to keep my heels on while I fuck you?" Billie asked as he began rocking his body up against Mike's once again.
"I think that can be arranged," Mike grinned, his cock hardening immediately.
"You up for another round?" Billie whispered as he began stroking himself slowly.
"Oh, I'm always up," Mike confirmed, wrapping his long legs around Billie's thin frame. "Except this time, I want to fuck you," He growled as he hauled both himself and Billie to a sitting position. "C'mon," He said, hopping off the pool table and picking up various discarded items of clothing as they went.
"Where are we going?" Billie asked as Mike dragged him towards the staircase.
"Upstairs, to find you a pair of heels."
~*~
*takes a bow*
revid, I hope you like your b-day gift and as promised, I got it finished on time! ♥
Author: Angie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Billie/Mike, ultimately with mentions of other pairings.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. They own me. There is quite a bit of fact thrown into this one but it's still centered around what we think is fiction. ;p I'm still not so sure.
Summary: My title says it all. This is more or less a Billie/Mike timeline which ends with present day.
Dedications: For my dearest, darling revid for her birthday. Happy Birthday, Mary!! *SMOOOOOCH*
Notes: This is really long. You've been warned. ;p
The Greatest Love Story Never Told
There is a certain comfort that only a best friend can provide. A special look, a smile, an understanding. Billie would know; he's had the same best friend since he was ten years old. When he closes his eyes at night, there is always one face that lulls him to sleep: Mike's.
From the day they met, Billie knew Mike Dirnt was someone special. Of course back then, he was simply Michael Pritchard: asshole to many, hero to one. Mike represented all the things Billie couldn't often vocalize. His happiness, his freedom and in quite a few instances, his sanity.
Simply put, they held each other together. When they were in grade school, one was rarely without the other. Usually it was Billie who ditched school a lot back then, so upon noticing his absence, Mike would slip out casually and meet Billie right where he always knew he'd find him. Billie was like the pot of gold at the end of Mike's rainbow: a treasure to be discovered, if you knew where to look for it.
~*~
When Billie's father passed away, it was Mike who comforted his friend when no one else could get within ten feet of him. It was Mike who held onto him for dear life and whispered unsolicited reassurances in his ear. It was also Mike who passed no judgment whatsoever when Billie finally broke down after weeks of not being able to cry over it. Boys didn't cry; that's what Billie was always taught. When he lost his father, he went into shock. He was ten years old and hadn't been friends with Mike very long but it was long enough to know that Mike was his guardian angel in ten-year-old boy form. He didn't have any wings but he had the most sincere blue eyes which never failed to penetrate the myriad of emotions that Billie often felt.
Mike was the only one that could ever reach him.
They made a pact the night Billie's father died. Or rather, Mike made it for them. A pact to be best friends forever; friends who could survive anything. Mike took out a pocket knife which had been hidden in the depths of one of his socks and wordlessly made a slit in the pad of his index finger. All Billie could do was watch as the ruby liquid dripped down Mike's hand while he curled his fingers around Billie's and duplicated his actions.
Billie hadn't even flinched. Now typically, when someone is wielding a knife, you flinch right? Not Billie. He barely even felt it. That was also the night Billie realized he was in love with Michael Ryan Pritchard. Of course back then, it was a pure, uncomplicated 'best friend' love which would later turn into something deeper.
Even at such a young age, Billie knew it was real though. He also knew that he shouldn't be harboring feelings for his best friend but he didn't care. It had never even occurred to him that since they were both boys, society might condemn them for their actions, but it didn't matter; Mike was special. Mike was his and if Mike wanted to wave a knife under Billie's nose, Billie trusted him. After cutting their fingers open and a sufficient amount of blood had surfaced, Mike laced his hand with Billie's and rubbed their index fingers together as their blood mingled.
"You're my best friend, Billie Joe. And now, we're brothers," Mike had said, giving Billie a toothy grin. And they were, they were blood brothers. Rituals like these were common amongst adolescent boys and these two were no exception. They held hands until the blood had almost fused their fingers together before Mike finally pulled away. Using the hem of his dirty T-shirt, he wiped their hands clean as Billie complied silently. Mike suspected Billie had been too shocked to say anything but the iron grip he had on Mike's hand told the future bassist all he needed to know.
Impulsively, Mike leaned forward and touched their lips together because it felt like the right thing to do; something to solidify the moment. It wasn't a kiss in his eyes, more than anything, it was an unspoken promise. He wanted Billie to know just how much he cared for him and wanted him to know the lengths he'd go to prove his point. When their lips met, Billie let out a surprised gasp but he didn't pull away. Both his heart and pulse raced in unison but he didn't move, he didn't even blink.
The whole thing was over in a flash and then, just as if nothing had happened, Mike stripped off his T-shirt and climbed into Billie's bed where they curled up against one another like always. Only this time, they had a secret. They shared something that no one else in the world was a part of.
Only when Billie was one hundred and fifty percent certain that Mike was sound asleep did he inch forward and brush his lips across Mike's once more. He liked the way it felt earlier, but (as Mike suspected) he had been too stunned to speak, let alone attempt doing it again. Pulling away, he smiled softly to himself as he reached up and touched his fingers to his lips, as if trying to preserve the moment.
"Good night, Mikey," He whispered as he wrapped himself around his best friend and fell into a satisfied sleep.
~*~
To this day, neither one of them consider that kiss their first. It was something they still couldn't quite put into words even after all these years so it was best not to try. Some things were better left unanalyzed. Their first kiss, or first real kiss, was a complete cliché. One for which Billie still teases Mike mercilessly. They were both standing under the mistletoe the Christmas they were fourteen, the year before they formed Sweet Children in fact. It was Christmas Day to be exact and Mike was waiting (rather impatiently) for Billie to dig out his house key so they could escape the freezing elements.
"Hey look, we're standing under the mistletoe," Mike had pointed out casually as he watched Billie fumble with the lock. Looking up, Billie realized that Mike was right and he felt a slight blush creep into his cheeks. As far as he was concerned, mistletoe only meant one thing.
"Y'know," Mike chattered right on, not seeming the least bit nervous. "It's tradition for people to kiss under the mistletoe," He added boldly as he slid his arms around Billie's waist while using Billie's shoulder as a headrest.
"D'ya want me to kiss you man?" Billie had asked, placing heavy emphasis on 'want' as he turned in Mike's arms, grinning stupidly. He hoped that he didn't look as nervous as he suddenly felt. Mike's suggestion would have shocked most people but Billie was unfazed; he and Mike had a very affectionate friendship.
"It's tradition," Mike repeated, sounding more like he was talking about baking Christmas cookies, rather than kissing his best friend. Though, Billie suspected that Mike's sudden boldness was all a result of the mass quantities of spiced eggnog they'd both consumed that evening. "Why? Don'tcha wanna kiss me?" He asked playfully, pretending to sound hurt even as he instinctively inched his face closer.
Instead of replying, Billie simply reacted. He closed the gap between their lips and sighed softly as he felt Mike's mouth melt against his own. It hadn't lasted more than a few seconds but it was enough to stir something deep within both of them which followed them right up to Billie's bedroom. They didn't have sex that night; they certainly weren't ready for that, but they did discover that the other gave a better blowjob than any of the girls they knew. Neither opted to ask where such a skill had been acquired, they just silently thanked the Gods and freed all the skeletons from their proverbial closets.
~*~
It was on Mike's sixteenth birthday that they finally took their friendship to a deeper sexual level. Up until then, it had remained nothing more than lazy kisses and touches coupled with the occasional blowjob. (Or hand job if they were feeling particularly lazy.) Having sex with girls was something they did every chance they got but it still never satisfied their need for one another. There were a few drunken nights that could have amounted to more if John (their original drummer) hadn't been around but, they supposed, everything happened for a reason.
The evening of May 4th, 1988 started out like any other. They practiced and ate dinner together and made each other laugh. Since it was Mike's birthday, Billie's mom had baked him a cake and even chipped in (with Billie) to present him with the new set of guitar strings which Mike had be wanting for the longest time. "These are to shut you up, kid," she had explained with a teasing grin as she kissed Mike's cheek. All in all, it had been a good day.
Like with most things they did, the decision to have sex wasn't planned beforehand. It just happened. It wasn't anything like all the nervous and giggly first times that you read about in teenage romance novels either. No, it was nothing like that though, if memory served, there were a few giggles.
They had just retreated to Billie's room after the evening's birthday festivities. "All right, Mikey, time for some real fun," Billie had said, tossing a nearly full bottle of spiced rum that he'd swiped from his mother's liquor cabinet. They both had jobs now (aside from Sweet Children) working as busboys at Rod's Hickory Pit, where Billie's mother worked as well so, Billie was hoping to replace the rum before Ollie even missed it.
"Whoa, where'd you get this?" Mike asked, icy blue eyes gone wide with both shock and appreciation.
"Two guesses," Billie answered cheekily as he rummaged for the bag of pot he had stashed under his bed for this very occasion.
"Liquor cabinet?" Mike grinned, unscrewing the cap and taking a long swig before handing the bottle back to Billie.
"Bingo," Billie replied as he followed suit. The rum burned going down, but settled comfortably in his belly before he took another swallow. He'd hidden the weed even better than he'd thought as he finally remembered that he'd stuffed it under his mattress for safe keeping. "A ha!" He announced triumphantly, freeing the bag as he pulled a pre-rolled joint from inside it. "It's your birthday, Mikey; you do the honors," Billie had said, tossing Mike both the joint and a lighter.
"Don't mind if I do," Mike grinned as he caught the joint and promptly lit it.
"So, did you make a birthday wish?" Billie had asked when Mike relocated and joined him on the bed.
"Nah," Mike replied casually as he passed Billie the joint. "I got everything I want right here," He added with a smile as he leaned over and caught Billie's lips in a quick kiss. It was a simple gesture but it made Billie's heart race.
"Hey Mikey, you wanna..." Billie's voice dropped to an unsteady whisper as he snuffed out the roach and climbed into Mike's lap.
"Fuck yeah," Mike agreed, yanking his shirt over his head before sliding his arms around Billie and pulling him even closer. It was when Billie got down between Mike's spread knees that Mike pulled him up gently while explaining that he had a better idea.
Blowjobs were just not going to do.
The sex was only slightly awkward and severely messy but it had been wonderful. Billie topped. There hadn't even been a question about that. The whole thing lasted all of about five minutes and ended with Billie coming hard inside Mike and Mike coming all over the both of them.
"Sorry about that," Mike replied sheepishly as he surveyed their sticky situation.
"Don't be," Billie assured him as he slid forward and claimed Mike's mouth again, kissing him hungrily. "That was fucking hot," He panted, reaching for a nearby towel so he and Mike could clean up a bit. "Happy Birthday," He whispered as he pulled the covers up around them.
And the rest, as they say, is (sexual) history.
~*~
As the years passed, their friendship only strengthened. Sure, they'd had their fair share of arguments but it wasn't anything they couldn't overcome. They were invincible.
The boys were eighteen when Billie first set his sights on Adrienne Nesser, which admittedly put a slight strain on their friendship. Not at first, but eventually, once Mike realized that Adrienne wasn't just another face in the crowd. It all worked out in the end, as most things do, but Mike was admittedly jealous of Adrienne at first. Before Billie met her, Mike had been the only one to create that charming sparkle in Billie's eyes and that unnerved him slightly.
They were at a gig in Minneapolis when Billie first met Adrienne and he was completely blown away; he had never met a more intriguing woman. Or girl, rather since Adrienne was hardly a woman at the time. It was nearly love at first sight and the two were married four years later when Adrienne also discovered she was pregnant with their first child, Joey. Currently, their count is up to two, with their second son being the utterly adorable Jakob Armstrong.
Now, it also needs to be said that prior to this, Green Day had experienced a bit of reconstructive surgery. Gone was their original drummer, John Kiffmeyer (aka: Al Sobrante) and in his place was what they later realized to be their missing puzzle piece: Tré Cool.
Tré completed them and with his help, Green Day made it big.
1994 was a big year for the band. It was the year Billie finally married Adrienne but, even bigger than that, it was when their third (and best-selling) album, Dookie was released. Present day, at over twenty million copies sold, Dookie holds the current title for best selling punk album of all time.
1994 was unfortunately a rocky year for Billie and Mike though. When Billie married Adrienne, Mike slipped into a quiet depression. He tried hard not to let it show, but both Tré and Billie saw right through him. In fact, it was Tré who called him on it in the first place and tried to shake some sense into Mike.
"Let it go, man; they're married now," He'd said, somewhat icily even though he really was trying to help Mike along. He knew the bassist was having a tough time with it. Hell, he was having a tough time with it himself. He had his own complex feelings for Billie that were kept bottled up inside where they were festering unhealthily but what could he do? The sad reality was that there wasn't much that either of them could do.
"I know, man. I know," Mike replied that night, when he and Tré were getting shitfaced in a nearly empty bar. "It's just fucking hard, you know? I, uh, well... " His voice trailed off as he reconsidered what he was about to say. Was he really in love with Billie Joe? Or did he just think he was?
"It's okay, man. I know," Tré assured, running a warm hand up Mike's thigh. "Y'still got me, y'know," He whispered playfully as he gave Mike's knee an affectionate squeeze.
What the hell, Mike thought and took Tré home and fucked him right into his mattress.
Now, what came of that night (besides each other. Repeatedly.) was two things. One, Mike realized he was definitely in love with Billie (despite his undying adoration for Tré) and two, he was not going to have Billie (the way he wanted him) ever again. This of course caused his depression to increase at lightning speed. He drank more, abused drugs even more than what was considered 'normal' for him and fucked anyone and anyone who came along. Men, women, it didn't matter. He and Tré were fucking quite regularly too but they had an understanding. Tré was his savior. Sometimes what they both needed was a good, hard fuck and their friendship was solid enough that they could do just that and never give it a second thought.
There was one night where Mike was pretty much fucked out of his mind and couldn't even play properly which had his band mates really concerned. Admittedly, since he and Adrienne had gotten married, Billie had been somewhat oblivious (unresponsive was probably the better term) to Mike's pain and suffering for the most part, which he still kicks himself for, even presently.
Most days, they still kissed each other hello and good-bye and when they'd both been drinking, their kisses would linger a bit longer than necessary, but that was about it. This one night, (or weekend, rather) Adrienne was visiting her mother, so the boys had the house to themselves. Tré and Billie watched as Mike put away an entire six pack of beer in less than an hour which pretty much ceased any and all hopes they had of having a successful practice that night. After a while, things just became so fucking weird that Tré needed out. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Tré sensed that Billie and Mike needed to talk, so he politely excused himself and went to crash in his car; he was far too drunk to drive.
"What's wrong, Mike?" Billie had asked as he settled himself on the couch next to his best friend.
"What's wrong?" Mike snickered, throwing up his hands in genuine frustration. What's wrong, Billie wanted to know. It was almost laughable. Since Mike didn't know the most polite way to admit that he was jealous of his best friend's wife, he shrugged and reached for his beer again. Only this time, a tiny hand reached out and curled around his wrist, immediately stopping his actions.
"Mike, what the fuck is wrong with you, man? And so help me God, if you say 'nothing' because I know it's fucking something. Look at you, man. You're drunk off your ass, you eyes are fucking glazed over and I'm beginning to wonder when you last set foot in the shower," Billie hissed as he gripped Mike by the face and forced their eyes to meet.
"Fuck you, Billie Joe. In fact, fuck off. Why don't you go call up your wife and have hot phone sex or some shit and leave me the fuck alone," He growled as he ripped his beer from the table and drained the rest of it in one swift gulp.
And just like that, a light bulb went off in Billie's brain, clearly illuminating what had been kept in the dark for so long.
Mike was jealous.
A fact which made Billie's heart ache for his friend. Sure, Billie was married now but that didn't mean that he loved Mike any less. If anything, he loved him even more probably. It's just that his marriage was so new and he wanted to be a good husband, so lately, he'd been spending every free moment with Adrienne. She even came to most of their band practices because Billie didn't think that Mike or Tré minded.
One of the first conversations that Billie and Adrienne had as a married couple revolved around Mike, in fact. Adrienne flat out asked what Mike was to Billie and even more specifically, if they were fucking. Billie dared not break the trust that he and Adie had fought hard to build so he answered truthfully and then proceeded to define his and Mike's entire relationship for her.
After he'd spilled it all, he half expected Adrienne to run screaming or to slap him or just ... something. Instead, she kissed him sweetly, told him that she understood and added that if she ever caught him with another woman, she'd cut his dick off.
It was at that precise moment that Billie realized he'd married a saint.
Now, getting back to the angsty couple sitting on Billie's couch that chilly December evening, Billie decided that there were a few things that Mike needed to hear.
"That's what this is about? You're jealous?" Billie smirked, trying hard to contain his amusement because he knew Mike was genuinely hurting.
"FUCK OFF," Mike snarled, swiping at his empty beer bottle which sent it flying. Shards of amber glass scattered around the living room as the bottle connected with the nearest wall.
Billie wanted to be pissed; should have been pissed but he just couldn't be. Mike needed him and it was time to prove to Mike that Billie needed him as well.
"Mikey," Billie whispered, taking both of Mike's trembling hands into his own and squeezing them gently. "You know I haven't stopped loving you, right?" He asked gingerly as he tilted his head to meet Mike's bleary eyes.
"Fuck all you know about love, Billie Joe," Mike replied as snatched his hands back and looked away.
"I'm serious, you fucker," Billie replied a bit nastily as he gripped Mike's knee. "Would you fucking look at me?" He pleaded as Mike hastily obliged. Well, at least he was still in control, which was a good thing, Billie thought to himself as he quickly assessed the situation. "Look, I'm sorry as hell that you're hurting over this but you should have come to me about ---" He began but was immediately silenced by Mike's frigid words.
"And what? Tell you that I didn't want you to get married? Tell you that I wanted you to love me best? What, Billie? What the fuck was I supposed to say?" Mike replied, his words coming out in a fevered rush, spilling from his lips as he tried to stand on shaky legs.
The sad truth was that Billie didn't have a logical answer for that. If the tables had been turned, Billie would have probably done the same thing.
"Shit, I don't know, Mike. I wish I did though," Billie answered honestly as he got to his feet and hugged Mike from behind.
"Well, that makes two of us then, doesn't it?" Mike retorted as he allowed himself to lean on Billie for support. "Fuck. I'm sorry, Bill. It's just that ... well, I fucking love you. And believe me, I've tried to stop but you're worse than drugs, you know," He added with a slight smirk, though he was hardly laughing.
"Well, what if I don't want you to stop?" Billie asked, turning Mike gently until they were face to face. "What if I love you just as much?" He asked, taking note of the way Mike's blue eyes gleamed suddenly. It was just a flash but it was certainly a welcome sight.
"I'd say we're both fucked then," Mike replied as he leaned his forehead against Billie's.
"How so?" Billie countered as he slid his arms around Mike's waist and held him tight.
"Because you're married," Mike reminded him gently, as if Billie could possibly forget? "I know we can't do this anymore and I can't say that it doesn't hurt but the fact is, I still love you," He replied a bit sadly as he gingerly kissed Billie's lips.
"That was pathetic, Dirnt," Billie replied, pulling away slightly.
"W-what? What was pathetic? Me pouring my heart out? Gee, thanks man," Mike spat as he dropped his hold on Billie.
"No, that kiss, Billie clarified with an amused snort. "That was pretty sad, man. I happen to know from firsthand experience that you can do better," He challenged as he teasingly draped himself back on the couch.
"Oh, you asked for it, Armstrong," Mike hissed as he staggered towards the couch. Gripping the front of Billie's T-shirt, he used it as leverage to pull the smaller man into his arms as he proceeded to kiss the breath right out of him.
"See there? I knew you could do it," Billie smirked playfully when he regained his speaking ability.
"This doesn't change things, though. You're still married and I still can't have you," Mike replied sadly, as he was forced into being their voice of reason.
"Says who?" Billie quipped, dazzling green eyes clouded with lust as he slipped his hands underneath Mike's dirty T-shirt. "And would ya take this fuckin' thing off? Seriously man, a shower wouldn't kill you," He teased as he helped remove the offensive object.
"Says your wife, if she knew, and fuck you; I took a shower yesterday, thankyouverymuch," Mike insisted, as he let the soft cotton slide off his body.
"We're not under any water conservation restrictions are we?" Billie joked, as he leaned in to sniff Mike comically.
"I hate you," Mike snapped, eyes dancing with happiness which countered every word.
"You do not; you just told me you loved me," Billie stated very matter-of-factly as he reached out to ruffle Mike's unruly hair.
"I lied," Mike answered, attempting to look serious though he was failing fast.
"You don't lie, Mike," Billie quickly reminded him as he traced his fingers over some of the artwork that decorated Mike's toned body.
"Yeah, well I'm thinking about taking it up," Mike said as folded his arms across his chest.
"That's a damn shame then," Billie stated as he scooted away. "Just when I've got Adie warmed up to the idea of you and I, you fall out of love with me. Ah, well. Tré still loves me. Perhaps I should give him a call," Billie teased as he flipped open his phone and pretended to punch in some numbers.
"Don't you fucking dare," Mike hissed, snatching Billie's cell phone and tossing it onto the far end of the couch, out of Billie's reach. "Now, would you kindly repeat that bit about Adie and us and whatthefuck?" Mike asked, his eyes growing impossibly wide as he waited for Billie to explain.
"Oh, you mean about how Adie is okay with our relationship?" Billie asked, with heavy emphasis on 'okay' as he grinned stupidly.
"What? How? I mean, ... when?" Mike stuttered as he tried to wrap his mind around the situation.
"Right after we got married, actually," Billie smirked as he tried hard not to launch into a fit of giggles. He'd drank his fair share of beer that evening and was starting to feel a bit lightheaded since they'd not eaten yet.
"But Bill, you got married in July. It's December," Mike pointed out as he tried not to look horrified that Billie had been keeping this information from him for so long.
"Oh, did I forget to mention that?" Billie teased, knowing full well that he had to redeem himself, and do it quickly before Mike unleashed his wrath upon him.
"Um, yeah," Mike replied sarcastically as he waited to hear what else Billie had to say.
"Sorry about that," Billie replied honestly this time. He wasn't teasing now because all in all, this was meant to be serious. "I guess I was feeling a bit guilty that Adie would be so understanding about us. I mean, who does that? Who blatantly allows their husband to keep his boyfriend despite the fact that he's married?" Billie asked rhetorically as he reached for Mike's hand. "So, uh, in case I didn't make it crystal clear, Adie is okay with all of this. She just said that if she ever caught me with another woman that she'd cut my dick off," Billie snorted as he and Mike both erupted in laughter.
"Does Tré in drag count?" Mike asked curiously as the thought entered his mind.
"You know, I'm not sure. Should I call her up and find out?" He snickered, making grabby hands for his discarded cell phone.
"You touch that phone and I'm not touching you," Mike calmly stated as he began undoing his pants.
"You shower first or I'm not touching you," Billie countered as he took in Mike's horrified expression.
"What? You don't smell pretty, man. Tell you what, you go shower, and I promise to make it worth your while," Billie purred, sliding himself into Mike's lap and kissing him hard.
"Change of plans, it looks like you need a shower too," Mike informed as he abruptly broke the kiss and wriggled out from under Billie while attempting to get them both to heir feet.
"Hey, I just took a shower a few hours ago; I smell beautiful," Billie joked as he sniffed his own T-shirt dramatically.
"Dude, you smell like beer and it's kinda gross," Mike replied as he picked up Billie's half-empty beer from the coffee table and proceeded to pour it over his head. "Oops," He added as an afterthought as he watched Billie lick away the stray drips that were now running down his face.
"I can't believe you just did that," Billie stated calmly as he wiped the beer out of his eyes.
"Consider that payback for waiting this long to tell me about Adrienne," Mike whispered as he leaned in to lick a burning trail up Billie's sopping neck.
"And they say payback is a bitch," Billie moaned as he began pulling his wet T-shirt off.
"You're married to a saint, you know," Mike said suddenly as he looked deep into Billie's eyes.
"Tell me something I don't know," Billie laughed as he struggled with his unforgiving belt buckle.
"I love you," Mike whispered, leaning in to help Billie get his pants undone just before he reached around to give his ass a firm squeeze.
"I knew that," Billie smiled, reaching out to help Mike out of his own pants which he'd already unbuckled and unzipped.
"I'm horny," Mike whispered, his voice thick and hot as his words invaded Billie's brain.
"I could have guessed that," Billie purred as he reached his hand into Mike's boxers and closed his fingers around Mike's massive erection, pumping steadily.
"I bought a pair of handcuffs last week," Mike stammered as the sudden pleasure began exploding all around him.
"Jackpot."
~*~
I'd like to say that they lived happily ever after but the story is far from over. We've simply covered 1994, but that was probably the most significant year in Green Day history. Or, at least until the next decade. Little did they know that 2004 was going to be the year that really changed their lives; the year that American Idiot was born.
Presently, we've fast-forwarded to 2006 and it's safe to say that for this little band from Oakland, California, life has been good to them. They've been through everything and back ranging from girlfriends, marriages, children, divorces, injuries and basically, a whole decade's worth of insanity but they've survived it.
Billie Joe and Adie are the only ones who've kept a steady marriage but that's not to say that they didn't hit any rocky patches over time. Like any good marriage, they were faced with tests of strength which they were lucky enough to pass with flying colors. Presently, Mike is dating his steady girlfriend, Brittney Cade who seems to get along famously with his nine-year-old daughter, Estelle. Tré appears to be single for the most part but he's also been blessed with not one but two beautiful children, Ramona and Frankito, who is the spitting image of his father.
After American Idiot had run it's impressive course, the band soon found themselves back in the recording studio. They felt that it was time to regroup and get to work on their tenth album which already promises to be spectacular.
Most recently, they'd gotten together with the legendary U2 to record a song called The Saints Are Coming which they all performed together back in September during the NFL pre-show which also marked the official reopening of Louisiana's Superdome. Success was looming around every single corner that they've turned (or so it seemed) and not a day goes by that all the members of Green Day don't thank their lucky stars.
So now, we're going to take a look into the present day lives of Billie Joe Armstrong and Mike Dirnt who, through it all, have remained the best of friends and on occasion still give into their burning passion for one another.
~*~
It was a quiet Autumn evening at the Armstrong house where Billie and Mike found themselves down in Billie's makeshift studio, working on their latest record. Billie was loving Mike's input so far, and overall, they were making a lot of progress. They already knew the direction they wanted their album to go but it was just a matter of getting it there. Since Adie had taken Tré dress shopping, they had the house to themselves and they were enjoying their time together immensely.
Perhaps it should be clarified that it was nearly Halloween and that the dress was for Tré's costume, (so he insisted) not that anyone would have really given it a second thought if it wasn't; they were used to Tré's cross-dressing by now. Their beloved drummer had a definite fetish for women's clothing and the sad reality was that he looked better as a woman than most actual women. Or, at least where Billie and Mike were concerned; it was mind-boggling.
"What's so funny?" Mike demanded as he looked up to realize that Billie was laughing to himself.
"Oh, it's nothin', man. I was just thinking about Tré in drag," He scoffed as he picked up his pen and tried to write again. He had a lyric stuck in his head but he wasn't able to make it work just yet.
"Really? Do tell," Mike prodded as he looked at Billie expectantly.
"Oh, it's nothing like that," Billie clarified, (except it was exactly like that, for the record) his face flushing scarlet. "It just amazes me, that's all. Tré is pretty fucking hot as a chick, ya gotta admit," He laughs as he gets up from the couch he'd been suctioned to for the past hour. They'd been down in the basement for what felt like an eternity and the muscles in his back were not happy with him at all.
"Better than we do, that's for damn sure," Mike shuddered while conjuring up a frightening memory.
"Hey, fuck you! I look good in drag," Billie protested, giving Mike his trademark pout.
"One, I'm not that desperate," He says, his eyes glittering mischievously. "And two, you might look good if you worked at it. I've seen you in drag and it's kind of scary, dude. I mean, you were wearing white boxers underneath a fuckin' grandma dress and you didn't even shave your legs. Tré applies himself, man," Mike laughed as he remembered the time he walked in on the drummer mid-preparation.
"Well, I guess I'm just going to have to surprise you one of these days," Billie retorted with a sneer as he began twisting his body at odd angles to try and relieve some of the tension in his back.
"I'll be sure and charge my camera," Mike teased as he hauled himself off the couch. "Your back bothering you again?" He asks, taking a step closer.
"Yeah, but I'll be fine," Billie insisted as he began putting away their material. They'd worked hard enough for one afternoon, and now he just wanted to go upstairs and relax.
"C'mere," Mike says and then suddenly, he's pulling Billie closer. "I'll get the kinks out," He explained, sliding his hands onto Billie's shoulders. In seconds, his expert touch warmed Billie's tightened muscles and helped to immediately ease the screaming tension.
Mike was good with his hands and Billie was putty.
"Fuuuuuck, that feels good," Billie moaned as Mike's skilled fingers dipped under his T-shirt to rub his bare skin. It was warm to the touch and Mike had to fight hard not to clear the coffee table and just take Billie right there. It certainly had been far too long and suddenly, his body was reacting.
"I aim to please," Mike says simply, hoping that he sounded casual. After another minute or two, he was on fire and he knew they had to stop soon. Well, not so much that they had to but if they didn't, his arousal was going to become very evident.
"Nnnghhhhh," Billie purred, his voice low and thick as he leaned into Mike's expert touch.
That was all it took for the warning bells to go off inside the bassist's head.
"Okay, all set!" Mike chirped as he abruptly ended the massage. He patted Billie's back a few times for good measure and took his time smoothing the singer's shirt back down before he stepped away quickly. At that moment, he was extremely grateful for the fact that he'd chosen to wear baggy pants. "Better?" He asks, catching a glimpse of Billie's delirious expression.
"Fuck yeah, thanks," Billie whispered, while stretching his body like a satisfied cat. He wanted to ask why Mike stopped so suddenly but he decided to let the matter drop. It was just as well, because as much as he was enjoying the massage, he was starting to feel a little too good. His whole face was flushed (he was sure of that) and an all-too-familiar heat was bubbling up inside his lower abdomen; stopping was probably for the best.
"I could really use a drink," Mike piped up once he had composed himself a bit. "Got any beer, man?" He asks as he pulled on the sneakers that he'd kicked in the corner earlier.
"Is the Pope Catholic? Dude, you know better than to ask if I have any beer, man. I have beer and I have some wine too. You want some wine?" Billie offered, as he turned the lights out in the studio.
"Nah, wine is for pussies," Mike snickered, relishing the glare Billie shot him just as the words tumbled from his lips. "I'll take a beer though," He adds with a smile as he and Billie head up to the kitchen.
"First you insult my wine and now you want my beer?" Billie asked, his voice dripping with faux sarcasm as Mike settled comfortably on one of the empty barstools.
"Something like that," Mike grinned as Billie handed him a beer. "So dude, how did Adie get roped into going shopping with Tré?" He asks as he takes a long, appreciative sip.
"He trusts her fashion sense?" Billie shrugged as he pours himself a glass of wine. "Besides, as you've already pointed out, we'd be no help," He laughed as he took a seat next to Mike. "Plus, he really loves that one black dress she has, you know, the one with the leopard trim? They're trying to find something like that because hers didn't fit him," Billie replied nonchalantly as he sipped his wine.
"Tré tried on one of Adie's dresses?" Mike snorted, trying hard not to spit out his beer. The mere thought of that was just too much to handle. It wasn't so much the idea of Tré in drag (since that was old news) but the idea of Adrienne trying to zip Tré into one of her frilly dresses, well, that was just too much for Mike.
"Yeah, but it was a little too tight, and his panty lines were showing," Billie laughed, picturing it vividly.
"Dude, does anything about that sentence disturb you in the slightest?" Mike asked, his eyes wide. "Tell me that Tré wasn't wearing her panties too?" He adds, preparing for the worst.
"No, you sick fuck. Tré has his own panties, man. (No, nothing disturbing about that at all) In fact, he was wearing the lacy blue ones that you gave him for his birthday," Billie pointed out as he poured himself a little more wine.
"Oh shit, I forgot about those! They were meant as a joke, man. Tré actually wears them?" Mike laughed, draining what was left of his beer.
"Well, I assume so. He's never paraded around in them for us though, the bastard," Billie pouted as he reached for a bag of pretzels that were laying on the counter.
"Dude, what else don't I know? What on earth do you and Tré do when I leave here after practice?" Mike teased, elbowing Billie in the ribs playfully.
"That's for us to know and for you to pay good money to find out," Billie quipped, giving Mike a flirty wink. "Besides, you couldn't handle the truth," He joked as he reached for his pen. Suddenly, a lyric popped into his brain and he had to get it down before it disappeared.
For some reason, Billie's last comment made Mike's stomach turn. It was no secret that over the years all three of them had definitely crossed the boundaries of friendship, often ending up as one hot, sweaty threesome. However, it's always eaten away at Mike's brain as to whether Billie and Tré were hitting the sheets when he wasn't around. Some nights Tré left a lot later than Mike did and Mike often wondered what when on. Far be it for him to ever ask though; he figured he probably didn't want to know the answer anyway.
"Oh, I can handle it," Mike snipped, getting up to help himself to another beer as Billie looked at him blankly.
"Handle what?" Billie asked, his eyebrows knitting in confusion. Whenever inspiration struck him, getting him to keep up with a conversation was futile.
"Earth to Billie Joe!" Mike said, snapping his fingers in Billie's face as if trying to bring him back to reality. "What were we just talking about?"
"Tré being a fag?" Billie offers, laughing at his own joke like it was the funniest thing in the world.
"Partially correct. And you know he's Bi, asswipe. We just haven't seen him with a girl for a while," Mike added, deciding to just let go the previous conversation. It was probably best that he didn't know whatever went on at Tré's apparent fashion show.
"Right, because cock sucking is incredibly time consuming," Billie pointed out as he got up from the bar and began watering Adie's house plants; something he forgot to do earlier which was a crime punishable by probable castration if the plants died. Since he was home a lot more now, Adie had given him a whole list of daily chores to tackle and he knew his sex life would be in danger if he didn't get them done.
At the sight of Billie Joe holding the dainty watering canister all other thoughts vanished from Mike's mind as he burst into a fit of juvenile giggles. It was a sight to be seen. There Billie Joe was, in all his semi-manly glory, (sans make-up even) and he was holding a frilly little pink-and-white watering canister that looked like it should have belonged to Martha Stewart.
"Dude, if you aren't the pot calling the kettle queer!" Mike teased as he brought his beer to his lips once more. Unfortunately, actual consumption was not an option since he was laughing too hard. It felt good actually. Really good. It had been far too long since the dynamic duo had spent any quality time together. Not that they didn't love every minute spent with their families or with the band, but on occasion, they needed time to themselves; to reconnect.
"Kiss my ass, pussy boy," Billie hissed good-naturedly as he struggled to water the plants on the top shelf. Given his height (or lack thereof) he had to stand on his tiptoes to complete the task.
"Oh, you'd love that," Mike retorted as he hopped off his barstool. "Give me that fuckin' thing," He snapped, prying the canister out of Billie's hand. As fun as watching Billie struggle was, the constant glimpse of pallid skin where Billie's shirt rode up was maddening. It caused things to stir in Mike that hadn't been, well, stirred in quite a while.
Not since the last night of the American Idiot tour, actually. Even then, it hadn't amounted to more than a celebratory kiss and teasing hands but still, it had been a while. Now, Mike Junior (the 'Junior' part being a definite contradictory of terms) was wide awake and seeking attention. Fuck. Not here, he thought. Not now. Though, now was as good a time as any. Better, in fact, since they both knew that when Tré and Adie went shopping, it meant several devoted hours and extremely worn out credit cards.
"Hey," Billie squeaked, as said canister was ripped from his fingers. "I can do it y'know," He hissed playfully though, internally grateful that Mike had taken over. When no one was around, Billie usually just hopped up onto the counter but he didn't want to do that in front of Mike; he'd just feel even more like a midget than he usually did.
"Oh, I know," Mike replied patronizingly. "But as much fun as it is watching you hop around like a horny chicken, I figured I'd save you the trouble," He explained as he easily watered the plants and set the canister back down.
"A horny chicken?" Billie asked, cocking one eyebrow. "Dude, do I even want to know why you know what a horny chicken looks like? Please tell me that Tré hasn't been forcing you to watch more animal porn," Billie replied, fixing a curious gaze on Mike.
"Hey Bill?" Mike asked, his eyes lighting up suddenly.
"Yeah?" Billie asked, a bit wearily. It wasn't like Mike not to have a witty reply handy.
"Shut the fuck up," Mike suggested, once again picking up the watering canister and tipping it over Billie's head. It had been over ten years since he'd done something like that and it was liberating, actually. He didn't pour much, but it was enough to cause Billie's hair to stick to his forehead in matted clumps and it was certainly enough to amuse Mike endlessly.
"You're an asshole," Billie said calmly, while reaching out to use the hem of Mike's shirt to wipe his face.
"I love you too, Bill," Mike laughed and surprisingly didn't protest even as his shirt was used as a makeshift towel.
"Thanks, man. Now I'm going to catch pneumonia and die and it will all be your fault," Billie grumbled playfully as he shook the excess water out of his hair.
"This coming from the guy who once thought it would be a good idea to skinny dip in fifty degree weather?" Mike joked, sticking his tongue out at Billie as he swiped at the stray water droplets that had sprayed across his face.
"I didn't hear you complaining at the time," Billie countered, giving Mike a predatory smile.
"Yeah, well, if memory serves, you definitely made it up to me," Mike grinned, remembering the evening fondly.
"Warmed you right on up, didn't I?" Billie whispered, taking a step closer to Mike as he raked his wet hair out of his face.
"Yeah," Mike nodded, swallowing hard as an unexpected lump suddenly formed in his throat. Well, this was certainly unexpected.
"I think you owe me one," Billie added as he leaned forward and placed a teasing kiss against Mike's lips. Mike gasped, but didn't pull away. Instead, he reached out to push the wet strands of hair out of Billie's eyes before speaking.
"Is that so?" Mike asked, his mouth twisting into an amused smile. "Well, I think it's the other way around, man. You've been making me fucking hard for you all night," He hissed as he reached out and pulled Billie closer. Effortlessly, he took a hold of Billie's hand and positioned it over his own crotch so Billie could feel just how hard he was. "You see what you do to me? You think you can get away with being such a fucking tease?" He asked, as he hooked Billie by the belt loops and brought their bodies crashing together.
"Is it my fault that you're fucking hot and that every time I'm with you, I just want to fuck you right into next week?" Billie growled as he began frantically clawing at Mike's zipper.
"Hey," Mike spoke up suddenly, reaching out to still Billie's hand. "The pool table," He choked out as he glanced into the den. "I've always dreamt of you fucking me over that damn table," He admitted, his eyes darkening with lust.
"Really?" Billie replied, scrunching his nose up in complete amusement.
"Are we really sitting here debating it when my dick is as hard as fucking rock?" Mike questioned, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as Billie continued to work his pants open.
"Sorry," Billie whispered, leaning in to kiss Mike slowly, and softly. It was a nice contrast to way he was roughly handling him otherwise. Without breaking the kiss, he managed to rip Mike's pants open and push them down as far as he could manage before dragging his nails up Mike's thighs.
"Fuck," Mike panted once they'd broken apart for air. "Jesus, it's been too fuckin' long man. We can't keep doing this shit," He whispered, leaning forward and kissing a wet trail up Billie's neck.
"Doing what shit?" Billie murmured as his head lolled backward.
"Waiting this long to touch each other, man," Mike replied as he curled his fingers underneath the hem of Billie's T-shirt. In one swift motion, he had it off the singer's body and tossed in a discarded heap before Billie barely had a chance to register what happened.
In response, Billie looked up and smiled sweetly before working the top two buttons of Mike's own shirt open. Once he had a sufficient amount of slack, he grabbed the two folded corners and gave them a swift tug which sent buttons flying in all directions. Billie was pretty certain that he'd managed to rip them all off at once and he was damn proud of that fact. Once Mike's chest was visible, Billie leaned forward and placed a spiral of soft kisses that kept dipping lower and lower. Now, Mike stood there clad in only a ruined shirt, which was fully open in the front and a pair of heather gray boxer-briefs. During the shirt fiasco, Mike had somehow managed to step his own way out of his pants, which were now lying in a heap at their feet.
When Billie's fingers slipped into the waistband of his underwear, Mike's hands shot out once again to grip his friend's wrists before Billie reached the point of no return. "Whoa, whoa," He hissed, his breathing uneven and spastic as he gathered Billie in his arms. "No foreplay man. You're going to fuck me, and you're going to do it Now," He growled as he began dragging Billie in the direction of the pool table. Billie certainly didn't protest as Mike stripped off his underwear and hopped up onto the unforgiving green felt.
"Fuck, I'll be right back," Billie panted as he made a beeline for the downstairs bathroom. In record time, he returned with both condoms and lube, which he was frantically applying to his now-naked self. Apparently, his pants had come off somewhere in the transition which was a delightful surprise for Mike upon Billie's return. "Now, where were we?" He purred as he settled himself between Mike's spread legs.
"I think you were just about to fuck me into next week," Mike said, reaching out to grab a fistful of Billie's hair as he crushed their lips together. In seconds, Billie's lips parted, allowing the kiss to deepen immediately as he pushed Mike's shirt the rest of the way off his body.
"Mmmmmphhhhhhh," Billie mumbled against Mike's mouth as Mike's erection was suddenly poking him in the stomach. "I think we need to take care of this," He whispered as he wrapped his fingers around Mike's cock and gave it a few teasing strokes.
"I can take care of that," Mike corrected as he gently pried Billie's fingers away. "I need you inside me," He begged as he scooted backwards on the table. The felt covering might as well have been sandpaper for all the difference his ass felt but he could hardly care about that. In minutes, he was finally going to be living one of his ultimate fantasies and it was almost too good to be true.
"Lay back," Billie instructed so that Mike's legs could be draped over his shoulders. This gave him the perfect angle from which to enter as he began rubbing his cock against Mike's opening. "Take a deep breath, okay?" He asked, reaching his free hand out to kneed and squeeze the soft flesh of Mike's ass.
Mike did as he was told, and in seconds he felt that delicious burn that he loved so much. He inhaled sharply as Billie entered him and immediately curled a hand around his cock, pumping himself slowly. "Oh Jesus, Bill," He panted as Billie began to move within him. With each thrust, Billie got closer and closer to hitting Mike's prostate. He knew when he found it though, (hell, the whole world probably knew) because Mike cursed a perverted blue streak. "Oh God, right fucking there, man," He panted as he continued to work himself simultaneously.
As Billie fucked him, he once again began dragging his nails along Mike's thighs, leaving angry red marks in their wake. "God, you're still so fucking tight," Billie moaned as he felt the telltale signs of orgasm burning in his belly. "Fuck ... I'm not gonna last much longer," He moaned, as he gripped Mike's thighs for support.
By this time, Mike's cock was red and swollen from overuse and completely slicked up with his own juices as his hand slid up and down it effortlessly. "Jesus fuck, neither am I," He whispered as Billie pounded him relentlessly.
Billie was trying to stave off his orgasm as long as he possibly could because coming simultaneously was something Billie liked to strive for, when he could. It didn't often happen but it was always a nice surprise when it did. "F-fuck, are you close?" He panted, squeezing his eyes shut as he threw his head back and drove his cock in as deep as he could. He felt Mike trembling beneath him and knew he had to be close.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck!" Mike shouted just as the first waves of orgasm approached. "Harder!" He pleaded, thrashing beneath Billie like a caged animal as Billie happily obliged. He slammed into Mike one final time which was all it took for their worlds to collide. In seconds, they were both coming hard, and fast, shouting each other's names which were laced with a heavy dose of profanity as their orgasms completely exploded within them.
With a final cry, Billie slid himself out of Mike and collapsed heavily on top of him, until they were one big sweaty mass of writhing bodies. For a moment or two, neither of them spoke; couldn't speak, actually. After such an earth shattering orgasm it was amazing that they were actually able to speak again so quickly.
"That was ... " Mike began but his lungs just couldn't cooperate.
"Yeah," Billie agreed, sliding up Mike's body to capture his lips in a rough kiss.
There just weren't enough words for what that was. It was completely unexpected but it had certainly been welcome. Just because they didn't get together as frequently as they did when they were younger didn't mean they thought about it any less. They had just become responsible adults, much to their own shock and horror.
"Oh man," Mike spoke up suddenly as a thought occurred to him. "Do you realize that Tré is going to kill you when he finds out about this?"
"Why? Because we had sex?" Billie asked, completely puzzled since Tré should be used to it by now.
"No, because you won't even let him set his drink on your pool table," Mike replied, doing nothing to choke back his laughter.
"Ah," Billie nodded, understanding it finally as a few giggles escaped him. "Well, what Tré doesn't know, won't hurt him right?" He winked as he kissed his way up Mike's chest.
"Unless, I tell him," Mike countered, knowing full well that neither of them cared, really. It was a game they sometimes played; it kept things interesting.
"Name your price," Billie whispered, settling himself on top of Mike as he laced their fingers together.
"You promised me drag, man. I expect you to deliver and I expect silk panties," Mike noted as the blue fire in his eyes ignited once again.
"Do I have to shave too?" Billie pouted, though, admittedly the idea was rather hot.
"Affirmative," Mike smiled as he tried to paint the picture in his mind.
"Do I get to keep my heels on while I fuck you?" Billie asked as he began rocking his body up against Mike's once again.
"I think that can be arranged," Mike grinned, his cock hardening immediately.
"You up for another round?" Billie whispered as he began stroking himself slowly.
"Oh, I'm always up," Mike confirmed, wrapping his long legs around Billie's thin frame. "Except this time, I want to fuck you," He growled as he hauled both himself and Billie to a sitting position. "C'mon," He said, hopping off the pool table and picking up various discarded items of clothing as they went.
"Where are we going?" Billie asked as Mike dragged him towards the staircase.
"Upstairs, to find you a pair of heels."
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*takes a bow*
revid, I hope you like your b-day gift and as promised, I got it finished on time! ♥