looking through my dA gallery..
I found mahself some slash I had written, and decided to x-post it here 'cos one of these days my dad is SO finding out about devART.
If any of this lully shizz sound familiar, then maybye you read it. (I'm bloopbleep there, go drop a line of some sort when you have nothing to do.)
So, lessget started! (and could the mods please make me an author tag? pretty please?)
(there's two, I'll put the descriptions in order for yew alls)
Title: Waterlsides
Pairing: Tre/Mike
Rating: pg-13 to be obnoxious
Notes: Written while I was at the YMCA, they have an awesome ass waterslide.
Title: Shy
Pairing: Rivers Cuomo (Weezer, go look them up dammit!)/ Billie Joe
Rating: pg-13 'cos I CAN
Notes: This is around the Warped tour Weezer and Green Day both went on.. or one where they were both in Japan. /goes off to brush up on Weezer's touring history/
oh, and Riv is humming Pink Triangle to himself in the airport.
SO, click the lj cut already!
Waterslides
Mike awoke groggily from the uncomfortable hotel bed to see a swimsuit-clad Tré jumping up and down on his bed.
"Tré what the hell do you want? It's... early."
"No it's not," He repied in his ever cheerful voice."I want you to come swimming with me, it's our last day at this hotel!" He threw a pair of swim trunks at Mike, along with a towel and a pair of goggles.
"Last one there is a rotten egg!" He shouted, and bolted out of the room down to the pool.
When Mike reached Tré, he was already at the line of people waiting to go up the waterslide, looking nervous and happy.
"C'mon Mikeyboy! I want you to ride with me!" He cheered, waving him over.
"Tré, it's one person at a time, but i'll go behind you," Mike yawned, still not fully awake. Hopefully the water would be a good replacment to coffee.
"Well then you get to go first," He smiled ,pushing Mike in fornt of him. Was he.... nervous? 'He couldn't be,' Mike thought to himself, 'He's Tré fucking Cool.'
When Mike reached the top of the stairs he looked down, stomach lucrching. It was pretty tall, this being a fancy-ass hotel. He laid down and crossed his arms, adrenaline rushing through his body.
He was awake NOW.
When it was Tré's turn, he had butterflies rushing around his stomach; but he couldn't turn back now. Holding his breath and slipping into the tube, he went down.
Mike chuckled at Tré's girly screams as he went down the tube; he was kinda cute when he was afraid, like a lost puppy. A lost puppy with a fowhawk.
When Tré reached the bottom of the tube his mouth was still open, immediatley choking on hte water and sinking down. Mike noticed this and bolted from where he was, due to the fact that there are no lifegaurds on duy at ass-o-clock in the morning.
"Tré! Tré! Are you okay?" He said, pulling the red-haired boy out of the water, his eyes wre closed and he was coughing and sneezing; chest heaving up and down rapidly. He had only seen this kind of behaviour on ER.. Tré was choking. Or something of the sort. He had to give him mouth-to-mouth.
He lowere his lips down nervously on Tré's thoughts racing through his head. They were just friends 'Freinds, yeah,' Mike thought to himself. 'What a great friend I am, thinking about him all hours of the day when i'm supposed to be happily married,', this was only mouth-to-mouth, it was all okay 'okay that Tré wouldn't know that Mike had been wanting to do this for waht semmed ages'.
he repeated the first-aid process 3 times until his eyes flew open, cradling instantly into the bassist's chest, sobbing into his sopping-wet wifebeater he threw on at the last second.
"Mikey, I though I was gonna die, thank you, sososo much..." Tré spoke heavily, still breathing harshly.
When they were finally packed onto the bus nearly 12 hours later and hed told Billie what had happened, Tré was still thanking Mike for helping him.
"Is there any way to make it up to you?" Tré asked for waht seemed to be the millionth time.
"No, Tré, it's okay," He reassured him, twisting his chloride-altered hair through his fingers.
Suddnely Tré's lips jumped onto mike's, locking them in a passionate kiss.
"W-What was that?" Mike asked him after they broke apart.
"Jus' returinin' the favor," Tré spoke timidly, ice-blue eyes meeting each others. "Plus, I've been wanting to do that for awhile."
"Me too," Mike nearly whispered, their lips meeting again.
They fell asleep hugging each other on the couch, Billie smiling happily at them when he woke up the next morning.
Shy
The black-haired boy fiddled with his thick, black glasses, making sure they wouldn't fall off.... Or maybe he was just bored, he really didn't know, and for once didn't care. He had been stuck in the airport all day on their way to Japan, to open an act for Green Day. Billie Joe, Mike, and Tré.
Rivers had never admitted it to himself, but he had a crush on Billie. Not just a little school-girl crush... Like the one he had on the lesbian girl that he wrote Pink Trianlge off of.
He stood up from the flimsy airport bench, mumbling an "I gotta go" to the guys, who nodded and did wha they were doing, and just walked around and hummed.
"When I'm stable long enough....." Rivers wasn't queer, but Billie was. Sorta; he was bisexual.
"I start to look around for love...." He was supposed to like Japanese girls, not American boys.
"See the scenes in floral print....." But who wouldn't? He had a cute, short structure, his fuzzy black hair smelled of pineapples, or so he was told by Mike; that lucky bastard even got kissed by him.
"My mind begins the arrangments..." And his eyes.... Rivers knew it was cliché, but seriously, his eyes.... They were just amazing.
Tle loudspeaker boomed with a woman's voice. The flight was ready to go.
~After the concert~
"Hey! Rivers!" Billie shouted, beaming when he saw the lonesome boy. He was kinda cute like that.
"O, hi there Billie," The singer nearly whispered, his heart skipping 2, maybye 7 beats when Billie squished him in a friendly hug. Tears started to slowly cascade Rivers' face. 'I need to stop this now, I can't have him, he has a wife and fuckbuddies. I just have a ton of random groupie conquests and broken hearts.'
"Riv? What's wrong?"
Rivers sniffled one last time, trudging away to the tour bus and wiping his tears off with his shirt.
"Riv? Where are yoooouuuu?" Billie spoke into the empty bus, noticing a moving object and darting over to it (nearly tripping on a box of Froot Loops), and holding Rivers in his arms. Rivers moved his head to look at him, and smiled.
"Billie?"
"Uh, yeah?"
Rivers wasn't one for being courageous, but fuck that. He leaned up to Billie's face and caught a kiss, taking the guitarist by suprise.
It seemed cliché, but there was no need to say anything. They just stayed there all night, in the middle of the kitchenette hallway, talking and kissing and smiling.
If any of this lully shizz sound familiar, then maybye you read it. (I'm bloopbleep there, go drop a line of some sort when you have nothing to do.)
So, lessget started! (and could the mods please make me an author tag? pretty please?)
(there's two, I'll put the descriptions in order for yew alls)
Title: Waterlsides
Pairing: Tre/Mike
Rating: pg-13 to be obnoxious
Notes: Written while I was at the YMCA, they have an awesome ass waterslide.
Title: Shy
Pairing: Rivers Cuomo (Weezer, go look them up dammit!)/ Billie Joe
Rating: pg-13 'cos I CAN
Notes: This is around the Warped tour Weezer and Green Day both went on.. or one where they were both in Japan. /goes off to brush up on Weezer's touring history/
oh, and Riv is humming Pink Triangle to himself in the airport.
SO, click the lj cut already!
Waterslides
Mike awoke groggily from the uncomfortable hotel bed to see a swimsuit-clad Tré jumping up and down on his bed.
"Tré what the hell do you want? It's... early."
"No it's not," He repied in his ever cheerful voice."I want you to come swimming with me, it's our last day at this hotel!" He threw a pair of swim trunks at Mike, along with a towel and a pair of goggles.
"Last one there is a rotten egg!" He shouted, and bolted out of the room down to the pool.
When Mike reached Tré, he was already at the line of people waiting to go up the waterslide, looking nervous and happy.
"C'mon Mikeyboy! I want you to ride with me!" He cheered, waving him over.
"Tré, it's one person at a time, but i'll go behind you," Mike yawned, still not fully awake. Hopefully the water would be a good replacment to coffee.
"Well then you get to go first," He smiled ,pushing Mike in fornt of him. Was he.... nervous? 'He couldn't be,' Mike thought to himself, 'He's Tré fucking Cool.'
When Mike reached the top of the stairs he looked down, stomach lucrching. It was pretty tall, this being a fancy-ass hotel. He laid down and crossed his arms, adrenaline rushing through his body.
He was awake NOW.
When it was Tré's turn, he had butterflies rushing around his stomach; but he couldn't turn back now. Holding his breath and slipping into the tube, he went down.
Mike chuckled at Tré's girly screams as he went down the tube; he was kinda cute when he was afraid, like a lost puppy. A lost puppy with a fowhawk.
When Tré reached the bottom of the tube his mouth was still open, immediatley choking on hte water and sinking down. Mike noticed this and bolted from where he was, due to the fact that there are no lifegaurds on duy at ass-o-clock in the morning.
"Tré! Tré! Are you okay?" He said, pulling the red-haired boy out of the water, his eyes wre closed and he was coughing and sneezing; chest heaving up and down rapidly. He had only seen this kind of behaviour on ER.. Tré was choking. Or something of the sort. He had to give him mouth-to-mouth.
He lowere his lips down nervously on Tré's thoughts racing through his head. They were just friends 'Freinds, yeah,' Mike thought to himself. 'What a great friend I am, thinking about him all hours of the day when i'm supposed to be happily married,', this was only mouth-to-mouth, it was all okay 'okay that Tré wouldn't know that Mike had been wanting to do this for waht semmed ages'.
he repeated the first-aid process 3 times until his eyes flew open, cradling instantly into the bassist's chest, sobbing into his sopping-wet wifebeater he threw on at the last second.
"Mikey, I though I was gonna die, thank you, sososo much..." Tré spoke heavily, still breathing harshly.
When they were finally packed onto the bus nearly 12 hours later and hed told Billie what had happened, Tré was still thanking Mike for helping him.
"Is there any way to make it up to you?" Tré asked for waht seemed to be the millionth time.
"No, Tré, it's okay," He reassured him, twisting his chloride-altered hair through his fingers.
Suddnely Tré's lips jumped onto mike's, locking them in a passionate kiss.
"W-What was that?" Mike asked him after they broke apart.
"Jus' returinin' the favor," Tré spoke timidly, ice-blue eyes meeting each others. "Plus, I've been wanting to do that for awhile."
"Me too," Mike nearly whispered, their lips meeting again.
They fell asleep hugging each other on the couch, Billie smiling happily at them when he woke up the next morning.
Shy
The black-haired boy fiddled with his thick, black glasses, making sure they wouldn't fall off.... Or maybe he was just bored, he really didn't know, and for once didn't care. He had been stuck in the airport all day on their way to Japan, to open an act for Green Day. Billie Joe, Mike, and Tré.
Rivers had never admitted it to himself, but he had a crush on Billie. Not just a little school-girl crush... Like the one he had on the lesbian girl that he wrote Pink Trianlge off of.
He stood up from the flimsy airport bench, mumbling an "I gotta go" to the guys, who nodded and did wha they were doing, and just walked around and hummed.
"When I'm stable long enough....." Rivers wasn't queer, but Billie was. Sorta; he was bisexual.
"I start to look around for love...." He was supposed to like Japanese girls, not American boys.
"See the scenes in floral print....." But who wouldn't? He had a cute, short structure, his fuzzy black hair smelled of pineapples, or so he was told by Mike; that lucky bastard even got kissed by him.
"My mind begins the arrangments..." And his eyes.... Rivers knew it was cliché, but seriously, his eyes.... They were just amazing.
Tle loudspeaker boomed with a woman's voice. The flight was ready to go.
~After the concert~
"Hey! Rivers!" Billie shouted, beaming when he saw the lonesome boy. He was kinda cute like that.
"O, hi there Billie," The singer nearly whispered, his heart skipping 2, maybye 7 beats when Billie squished him in a friendly hug. Tears started to slowly cascade Rivers' face. 'I need to stop this now, I can't have him, he has a wife and fuckbuddies. I just have a ton of random groupie conquests and broken hearts.'
"Riv? What's wrong?"
Rivers sniffled one last time, trudging away to the tour bus and wiping his tears off with his shirt.
"Riv? Where are yoooouuuu?" Billie spoke into the empty bus, noticing a moving object and darting over to it (nearly tripping on a box of Froot Loops), and holding Rivers in his arms. Rivers moved his head to look at him, and smiled.
"Billie?"
"Uh, yeah?"
Rivers wasn't one for being courageous, but fuck that. He leaned up to Billie's face and caught a kiss, taking the guitarist by suprise.
It seemed cliché, but there was no need to say anything. They just stayed there all night, in the middle of the kitchenette hallway, talking and kissing and smiling.