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TITLE: These Chains that Control, Part 8 (8/?)
AUTHOR: wiccish
PAIRING: Billie Joe/Mike
RATING: PG-13
PREVIOUS PARTS: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=wiccish&keyword=%2A&filter=all
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Slight het warning
Billie Joe stretched, rolled over onto his stomach and made two discoveries.
The first was that he had some serious morning wood. The second was that Mike was gone.
It took him a minute to remember that Mike had not abandoned him, but had instead left for a double shift. The possibilities of his long work day were promising; Mike would have some spending money, and might just score some weed. Although, their source was usually Kevin at the restaurant and Mike was replacing him, so - -
“Billie, are you awake?” Ollie knocked on the door and then opened it.
“Yeah, just,” he said, his voice still rusty with sleep.
“I’m leaving for work now. I’ll probably work late, since it’s Saturday.”
“You’re leaving now? Thought you had afternoon, today?”
“It is afternoon, Billie Joe,” she said, laughing.
“Jeez. Wow - -“ he twisted around in the bed to see the alarm clock; it was 1:00 p.m.
“Well, you obviously needed the sleep. And it’s good you’re doing what the school nurse said, getting some rest.”
“I guess,” he said, scratching his head and making his matted hair even more of a mess.
Ollie couldn’t help smiling. If he got a decent haircut, he’d be a beautiful boy. As it was, the girls still seemed to like him, torn clothes, beat-up shoes and all.
“I left an omelette for you to heat, and there are sandwich makings if you don’t want breakfast. Please be good and just stay around the house, all right? Don’t get on the bus and go down to Berkeley and make me worry.”
“No, it’s cool, I’m just going to practice and get some writing done while Mike’s at work all day. “
“The rest and food must be working. You’re so agreeable.”
Billie lifted a middle finger and then lifted his other hand to shield it, a poor attempt at concealment.
Ollie went down the hall laughing.
******
A few hours later, Billie sat with Laura McCaffrey on top of the old picnic table, marveling at how easy it had been to talk to her.
He’d expected she might not be home, since it was Saturday and girls always had stuff to do on weekends. Especially girls like Laura.
But she’d answered his call, asked how he was feeling, told him he hadn’t missed much at school and after chatting for a bit, asked him what he was doing. Not long after that, he was in the shower, determined to be decent when she arrived after accepting his invitation to hang out.
He’d apologized, saying he’d rather meet her down in Berkeley so they could do something fun.
“But I think my Mom will have a fit if I take off, after crashing at school and missing the whole day yesterday.”
“Oh yeah, don’t freak her out, and Ms. Stanton said you should chill, anyway. I’ll come up there and we can visit.”
He’d put on a clean plaid shirt and a (relatively) clean pair of black jeans and his good Converse, and he thought he looked pretty good. In the mirror, he smiled crookedly, the left side of his mouth lifting slightly more than the right. He didn’t like to smile broadly because of his messed up teeth.
He took his acoustic guitar, sat himself down on the top of the picnic table and waited for Laura. He hoped he looked good to her, sitting there in the late afternoon sun, drying his dark, tangled curls.
Laura’s reaction when she came walking up the side of the house was gratifying.
“Hey, look at you! You sure look like you feel better than you did on Thursday!”
She took hold of the hand he held out and smiled her megawatt smile.
He tried not to smile as widely and failed.
“Aw, now you’ve stopped playing! I’m never going to get to hear your music.”
“Oh, we’ll get a gig. We’re hoping to have one at Gilman soon…”
Talking to her had been that easy.
They’d shot the usual shit and then she surprised him by putting her hands on each side of his face and giving him a good look.
“I’m so glad you’re feeling better,” she’d said in a low voice.
And he’d taken it from there.
******
The one thing Laura McCaffrey would always remember about Billie Joe Armstrong was that he was a great kisser.
In future years, she would smile (and sometimes sigh) and recall how taken aback she was when he leaned in and gently brushed his lips against hers, doing something that barely qualified as a kiss, and then sat up slightly to fix his unusually green eyes on hers.
No macho shit, no grope and grab, just a careful kiss that implied such incredible closeness.
And when the kiss deepened, she’d wondered at how good he tasted and smelled, given the fact that he was such a messy punk. He’d teased her lips with his, parting hers gently, and then run the tip of his tongue lightly along her upper lip.
Laura had felt herself blushing like a pre-teen, and wondered at how he made her feel. This guy was different.
She would never forget sitting on the old picnic table in Ollie Armstrong’s backyard, having her first smooch with a future world-famous punk star.
You never forgot at kiss like that.
******
By the time he was old enough to want to kiss girls, Billie Joe had taken to heart the many bitch sessions his older sisters were inclined to indulge in after dates. He’d always had trouble sleeping normal hours, and often he’d sit up late, listening to their banter. One remark he always remembered (but did not understand at the time) was, “Ew, I hate it when they get all sloppy and stick their tongue down your throat! On the first datel!”
It had taken an awkward explanation from his brother David to enlighten him. “Besides, little guy, you’re too young to be kissing girls. Just ignore your sisters. It’s what I do.”
But Laura couldn’t know he’d worked on his technique whenever presented with an opportunity, and so became the happy beneficiary of his dedicated practice.
There had been an awkward moment, once they’d got going, when Billie had moaned quietly, “Mmmm, Mmiii - - Mmm.”
Laura had pulled away, blinking and smiling curiously. “Are you trying to say something, Billie?” She liked to think she left guys speechless.
Fuck! Fuck and fuck again! He was too damned used to moaning Mike’s name!
Billie looked down, his long, dark lashes contrasting with his pale skin. When he looked back up at her, she was hit again with the intensity of those eyes.
“Um, no,” he said, pulling his lower lip between his teeth, “I think I was just purring.”
Laura then gave him her thousand-watt smile. His response suited her just fine.
******
Mike drove up the street and parked his car behind Laura’s BMW.
He grinned. Little shit works fast, he thought.
He let himself in the house and sure enough, there they were on the picnic table, going at it. He shook his head and made some noise to let them know he was home, and then went into his room and stripped off his clothes.
It was always the first thing he did when he got home; working in a seafood restaurant had him reeking like a week-old catfish.
He kicked his clothes into the corner and headed down the hall to shower, glad to be done with work and wondering if he should be polite and leave the new couple alone, or just fuck it and head out back to hang with Billie Joe and Laura.
When he was clean and mostly dry (his hair was too long to bother with drying), he donned some decent jeans and an Op Ivy shirt they’d given him for loading their equipment one night at Gilman. After determining that they weren’t playing tonsil hockey at that precise moment, Mike went out the back door and called, “Hey.”
“Hi, Mike,” Laura said pleasantly.
Well, cool,” Mike thought, she wasn’t going to be all uptight and possessive.
“It’s the fisher-man!” Billie said, grinning.
Oh yeah, Mike thought, he has it bad. His eyes were lit from within and he looked very self-satisfied.
“I’m off `till Tuesday. You are not allowed to say ‘fish’ before then.”
Billie thought of several fish jokes, but since they were all gross and sexist, he decided to hold off.
After Mike related a couple of humorous incidents from work, Laura turned to Billie and asked, “Your Mom’s at work, right?”
“Yeah,” Billie replied, a bit defensively. He bet Laura’s mom never worked a day in her life.
“Well,” she said, reaching into her hoodie pocket and producing a joint. “Is it cool to smoke?”
Billie’s eyes widened to the point of disbelief.
Mike’s eyes looked as though they might fall out of his head.
Fucking Laura McCaffrey pulling out a doob and asking to light up?
Mike’s mouth hung open as Billie replied, “Well sure, it’s cool, but we have a place we call the smoking tree.”
Laura giggled. “You’re not going to make me climb a tree, are you? `Cause when I’m high, I’m likely to fall out.”
Billie stood and held out his hand. He couldn’t help another huge grin. Things just seemed to be getting better and better.
“No, we smoke under the tree. But it’s a smokin’ hot tree.”
Laura giggled again and Mike guffawed. It was going to be an awesome evening.
******
They sat themselves on the ground against the garage, Laura comfortably settled between the boys. She pulled out a Bic lighter and offered the joint to Billie.
He shook his head. “Beautiful women first,” he said with affected politeness.
Laura grinned widely and said, “If you insist.”
She gave a slight twist to the end of the paper and proficiently shielded the flame as she lit the smoke and inhaled deeply. Over her head, Billie and Mike acknowledged her expertise with a look between them.
She leaned her head back against the garage as she exhaled and handed the joint to Billie.
He calmly inhaled a lungful and held it in tightly; it took everything he had not to explode in a coughing fit. Jesus, this was some great shit!
Billie handed it to Mike and was gratified to see the way his eyes crossed as he fought off his own spasm of coughing.
“Daaay - aaamn,” Mike said in a strangled voice, “That is some fine herb, Laura.”
She giggled yet again. Billie imagined that her laugher sounded like little tinkly bells; must be the weed, he thought.
“I thank you,” she said solemnly to Mike.
“Do you mind if I ask your source?” Mike queried.
Laura laughed outright. “My brother. He got into Berkeley. He’s a sopho - “ she coughed, took a small hit, let it out and said, “sophomore.”
“Must be a brainiac,” Billie said. “Berkeley’s hard.”
Laura had another quick hit and handed off the joint to Billie.
Well, he mused, she could hog it; it was her weed, after all.
“Nah,” she said, “my dad pulled strings. It’s his alma mater.”
Billie wasn’t sure he even knew what that meant, but he felt a twinge of resentment, nonetheless. It would be nice to have that kind of easy access, if you were the academic type. He kind of resented anyone who got off easy.
He shook his head and resolved not to hold it against the girl. Wasn’t her fault she was rich and beautiful.
Mike was slowly exhaling and Billie watched as his eyes slid shut. He grinned.
“Long day, Mikey? You look kinda spent.”
Silky strands of smoke filtered out from between Mike’s lips. “It’s all better now,” he said, turning his cool blue eyes on his buddy, and making him slightly confused.
Damn, Billie thought, I hate it when this happens! I start to get it on with a girl and then Mike looks at me like that and….
Being bisexual is a bitch, he decided.
“Huh?” he asked, as Laura gently dug him in the ribs.
“I said, what are the chances of me ever getting to see you guys perform?”
“Aw now, don’t get all groupie on me, Laura.” Feeling brave, he slung an arm around her shoulders.
“Huh. You wish,” she said offhandedly, but she snuggled into him, nevertheless.
Billie Joe thought that his hellish week had turned into a fucking fine weekend.
******
They smoked both joints Laura had brought and enjoyed a great high and then tore apart the refrigerator to satisfy a major fit of munchies.
Wasted after a long day of work and some awesome herb, Mike retreated to his room.
Laura declared she had to leave, which Billie only kind of regretted, because Ollie would be home shortly, anyway.
Walked her down the drive, but just before they came into sight of the street, he pulled her against him as he rested his back against the wall of the house.
Laura didn’t resist at all. She leaned into him easily, her body pressed the length of his, and Billie thought that if he hadn’t smoked such great weed, he’d have been jabbing her in the crotch with his rigid dick.
Instead, he enjoyed the feel of her breasts squished against his chest and her soft lips as she willingly opened her mouth to his. He loved the way she sighed and squirmed and let him go deeper into her mouth, all without any hint of displeasure.
She was actually moaning by the time he lifted his head and sighed, “Laura, you’re gonna kill me.”
“What? Why?” She looked sorry that he had ended the kiss.
He leaned in and gave her a chaste peck on the cheek. “You’re gonna make me forget that I’m a gentleman.”
He screwed up his face and she burst out laughing.
“You’re nuts, you know that?”
“I hear it all the time,” he replied, taking her hand and leading her down the driveway to her car.
******
Billie Joe grinned all the way back up the drive and into the house. All in all, a very pleasant day.
He decided that his limp dick was a blessing. Otherwise, he would have had to waken Mikey for relief.
And Mike was a bitch when he didn’t get enough sleep.
Inside, he grabbed the notebook he used for writing and a small flashlight. Behind the garage, he stared up beyond the leaves and contemplated several stars that were blinking into view.
He felt a song coming on.
AUTHOR: wiccish
PAIRING: Billie Joe/Mike
RATING: PG-13
PREVIOUS PARTS: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=wiccish&keyword=%2A&filter=all
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Slight het warning
Billie Joe stretched, rolled over onto his stomach and made two discoveries.
The first was that he had some serious morning wood. The second was that Mike was gone.
It took him a minute to remember that Mike had not abandoned him, but had instead left for a double shift. The possibilities of his long work day were promising; Mike would have some spending money, and might just score some weed. Although, their source was usually Kevin at the restaurant and Mike was replacing him, so - -
“Billie, are you awake?” Ollie knocked on the door and then opened it.
“Yeah, just,” he said, his voice still rusty with sleep.
“I’m leaving for work now. I’ll probably work late, since it’s Saturday.”
“You’re leaving now? Thought you had afternoon, today?”
“It is afternoon, Billie Joe,” she said, laughing.
“Jeez. Wow - -“ he twisted around in the bed to see the alarm clock; it was 1:00 p.m.
“Well, you obviously needed the sleep. And it’s good you’re doing what the school nurse said, getting some rest.”
“I guess,” he said, scratching his head and making his matted hair even more of a mess.
Ollie couldn’t help smiling. If he got a decent haircut, he’d be a beautiful boy. As it was, the girls still seemed to like him, torn clothes, beat-up shoes and all.
“I left an omelette for you to heat, and there are sandwich makings if you don’t want breakfast. Please be good and just stay around the house, all right? Don’t get on the bus and go down to Berkeley and make me worry.”
“No, it’s cool, I’m just going to practice and get some writing done while Mike’s at work all day. “
“The rest and food must be working. You’re so agreeable.”
Billie lifted a middle finger and then lifted his other hand to shield it, a poor attempt at concealment.
Ollie went down the hall laughing.
******
A few hours later, Billie sat with Laura McCaffrey on top of the old picnic table, marveling at how easy it had been to talk to her.
He’d expected she might not be home, since it was Saturday and girls always had stuff to do on weekends. Especially girls like Laura.
But she’d answered his call, asked how he was feeling, told him he hadn’t missed much at school and after chatting for a bit, asked him what he was doing. Not long after that, he was in the shower, determined to be decent when she arrived after accepting his invitation to hang out.
He’d apologized, saying he’d rather meet her down in Berkeley so they could do something fun.
“But I think my Mom will have a fit if I take off, after crashing at school and missing the whole day yesterday.”
“Oh yeah, don’t freak her out, and Ms. Stanton said you should chill, anyway. I’ll come up there and we can visit.”
He’d put on a clean plaid shirt and a (relatively) clean pair of black jeans and his good Converse, and he thought he looked pretty good. In the mirror, he smiled crookedly, the left side of his mouth lifting slightly more than the right. He didn’t like to smile broadly because of his messed up teeth.
He took his acoustic guitar, sat himself down on the top of the picnic table and waited for Laura. He hoped he looked good to her, sitting there in the late afternoon sun, drying his dark, tangled curls.
Laura’s reaction when she came walking up the side of the house was gratifying.
“Hey, look at you! You sure look like you feel better than you did on Thursday!”
She took hold of the hand he held out and smiled her megawatt smile.
He tried not to smile as widely and failed.
“Aw, now you’ve stopped playing! I’m never going to get to hear your music.”
“Oh, we’ll get a gig. We’re hoping to have one at Gilman soon…”
Talking to her had been that easy.
They’d shot the usual shit and then she surprised him by putting her hands on each side of his face and giving him a good look.
“I’m so glad you’re feeling better,” she’d said in a low voice.
And he’d taken it from there.
******
The one thing Laura McCaffrey would always remember about Billie Joe Armstrong was that he was a great kisser.
In future years, she would smile (and sometimes sigh) and recall how taken aback she was when he leaned in and gently brushed his lips against hers, doing something that barely qualified as a kiss, and then sat up slightly to fix his unusually green eyes on hers.
No macho shit, no grope and grab, just a careful kiss that implied such incredible closeness.
And when the kiss deepened, she’d wondered at how good he tasted and smelled, given the fact that he was such a messy punk. He’d teased her lips with his, parting hers gently, and then run the tip of his tongue lightly along her upper lip.
Laura had felt herself blushing like a pre-teen, and wondered at how he made her feel. This guy was different.
She would never forget sitting on the old picnic table in Ollie Armstrong’s backyard, having her first smooch with a future world-famous punk star.
You never forgot at kiss like that.
******
By the time he was old enough to want to kiss girls, Billie Joe had taken to heart the many bitch sessions his older sisters were inclined to indulge in after dates. He’d always had trouble sleeping normal hours, and often he’d sit up late, listening to their banter. One remark he always remembered (but did not understand at the time) was, “Ew, I hate it when they get all sloppy and stick their tongue down your throat! On the first datel!”
It had taken an awkward explanation from his brother David to enlighten him. “Besides, little guy, you’re too young to be kissing girls. Just ignore your sisters. It’s what I do.”
But Laura couldn’t know he’d worked on his technique whenever presented with an opportunity, and so became the happy beneficiary of his dedicated practice.
There had been an awkward moment, once they’d got going, when Billie had moaned quietly, “Mmmm, Mmiii - - Mmm.”
Laura had pulled away, blinking and smiling curiously. “Are you trying to say something, Billie?” She liked to think she left guys speechless.
Fuck! Fuck and fuck again! He was too damned used to moaning Mike’s name!
Billie looked down, his long, dark lashes contrasting with his pale skin. When he looked back up at her, she was hit again with the intensity of those eyes.
“Um, no,” he said, pulling his lower lip between his teeth, “I think I was just purring.”
Laura then gave him her thousand-watt smile. His response suited her just fine.
******
Mike drove up the street and parked his car behind Laura’s BMW.
He grinned. Little shit works fast, he thought.
He let himself in the house and sure enough, there they were on the picnic table, going at it. He shook his head and made some noise to let them know he was home, and then went into his room and stripped off his clothes.
It was always the first thing he did when he got home; working in a seafood restaurant had him reeking like a week-old catfish.
He kicked his clothes into the corner and headed down the hall to shower, glad to be done with work and wondering if he should be polite and leave the new couple alone, or just fuck it and head out back to hang with Billie Joe and Laura.
When he was clean and mostly dry (his hair was too long to bother with drying), he donned some decent jeans and an Op Ivy shirt they’d given him for loading their equipment one night at Gilman. After determining that they weren’t playing tonsil hockey at that precise moment, Mike went out the back door and called, “Hey.”
“Hi, Mike,” Laura said pleasantly.
Well, cool,” Mike thought, she wasn’t going to be all uptight and possessive.
“It’s the fisher-man!” Billie said, grinning.
Oh yeah, Mike thought, he has it bad. His eyes were lit from within and he looked very self-satisfied.
“I’m off `till Tuesday. You are not allowed to say ‘fish’ before then.”
Billie thought of several fish jokes, but since they were all gross and sexist, he decided to hold off.
After Mike related a couple of humorous incidents from work, Laura turned to Billie and asked, “Your Mom’s at work, right?”
“Yeah,” Billie replied, a bit defensively. He bet Laura’s mom never worked a day in her life.
“Well,” she said, reaching into her hoodie pocket and producing a joint. “Is it cool to smoke?”
Billie’s eyes widened to the point of disbelief.
Mike’s eyes looked as though they might fall out of his head.
Fucking Laura McCaffrey pulling out a doob and asking to light up?
Mike’s mouth hung open as Billie replied, “Well sure, it’s cool, but we have a place we call the smoking tree.”
Laura giggled. “You’re not going to make me climb a tree, are you? `Cause when I’m high, I’m likely to fall out.”
Billie stood and held out his hand. He couldn’t help another huge grin. Things just seemed to be getting better and better.
“No, we smoke under the tree. But it’s a smokin’ hot tree.”
Laura giggled again and Mike guffawed. It was going to be an awesome evening.
******
They sat themselves on the ground against the garage, Laura comfortably settled between the boys. She pulled out a Bic lighter and offered the joint to Billie.
He shook his head. “Beautiful women first,” he said with affected politeness.
Laura grinned widely and said, “If you insist.”
She gave a slight twist to the end of the paper and proficiently shielded the flame as she lit the smoke and inhaled deeply. Over her head, Billie and Mike acknowledged her expertise with a look between them.
She leaned her head back against the garage as she exhaled and handed the joint to Billie.
He calmly inhaled a lungful and held it in tightly; it took everything he had not to explode in a coughing fit. Jesus, this was some great shit!
Billie handed it to Mike and was gratified to see the way his eyes crossed as he fought off his own spasm of coughing.
“Daaay - aaamn,” Mike said in a strangled voice, “That is some fine herb, Laura.”
She giggled yet again. Billie imagined that her laugher sounded like little tinkly bells; must be the weed, he thought.
“I thank you,” she said solemnly to Mike.
“Do you mind if I ask your source?” Mike queried.
Laura laughed outright. “My brother. He got into Berkeley. He’s a sopho - “ she coughed, took a small hit, let it out and said, “sophomore.”
“Must be a brainiac,” Billie said. “Berkeley’s hard.”
Laura had another quick hit and handed off the joint to Billie.
Well, he mused, she could hog it; it was her weed, after all.
“Nah,” she said, “my dad pulled strings. It’s his alma mater.”
Billie wasn’t sure he even knew what that meant, but he felt a twinge of resentment, nonetheless. It would be nice to have that kind of easy access, if you were the academic type. He kind of resented anyone who got off easy.
He shook his head and resolved not to hold it against the girl. Wasn’t her fault she was rich and beautiful.
Mike was slowly exhaling and Billie watched as his eyes slid shut. He grinned.
“Long day, Mikey? You look kinda spent.”
Silky strands of smoke filtered out from between Mike’s lips. “It’s all better now,” he said, turning his cool blue eyes on his buddy, and making him slightly confused.
Damn, Billie thought, I hate it when this happens! I start to get it on with a girl and then Mike looks at me like that and….
Being bisexual is a bitch, he decided.
“Huh?” he asked, as Laura gently dug him in the ribs.
“I said, what are the chances of me ever getting to see you guys perform?”
“Aw now, don’t get all groupie on me, Laura.” Feeling brave, he slung an arm around her shoulders.
“Huh. You wish,” she said offhandedly, but she snuggled into him, nevertheless.
Billie Joe thought that his hellish week had turned into a fucking fine weekend.
******
They smoked both joints Laura had brought and enjoyed a great high and then tore apart the refrigerator to satisfy a major fit of munchies.
Wasted after a long day of work and some awesome herb, Mike retreated to his room.
Laura declared she had to leave, which Billie only kind of regretted, because Ollie would be home shortly, anyway.
Walked her down the drive, but just before they came into sight of the street, he pulled her against him as he rested his back against the wall of the house.
Laura didn’t resist at all. She leaned into him easily, her body pressed the length of his, and Billie thought that if he hadn’t smoked such great weed, he’d have been jabbing her in the crotch with his rigid dick.
Instead, he enjoyed the feel of her breasts squished against his chest and her soft lips as she willingly opened her mouth to his. He loved the way she sighed and squirmed and let him go deeper into her mouth, all without any hint of displeasure.
She was actually moaning by the time he lifted his head and sighed, “Laura, you’re gonna kill me.”
“What? Why?” She looked sorry that he had ended the kiss.
He leaned in and gave her a chaste peck on the cheek. “You’re gonna make me forget that I’m a gentleman.”
He screwed up his face and she burst out laughing.
“You’re nuts, you know that?”
“I hear it all the time,” he replied, taking her hand and leading her down the driveway to her car.
******
Billie Joe grinned all the way back up the drive and into the house. All in all, a very pleasant day.
He decided that his limp dick was a blessing. Otherwise, he would have had to waken Mikey for relief.
And Mike was a bitch when he didn’t get enough sleep.
Inside, he grabbed the notebook he used for writing and a small flashlight. Behind the garage, he stared up beyond the leaves and contemplated several stars that were blinking into view.
He felt a song coming on.