nostalgia and cigarettes
title: Nostalgia and Cigarettes[Part 2/?]
author: dane
pairing: Tre/Billie
rating: NC-17
disclaimer: I do not own any of the people in my story. I only own the plot and words.
summary: "Is there something going on between you and Tre?"
previous parts: Here
1993
Tre.
“Tre, shit,” his husky voice moaned out, “Fuck, h-harder goddamnit.”
I didn’t object. My body obeyed to his every command. It was almost as if it were a second nature. It didn't matter how tired I was that day, I gave it all I had to offer. So I followed his order, and thrust myself harder and harder inside of him. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last any longer. As I thrust inside of him, my hand pumped his throbbing cock in unison. With all the strength I had left, I shoved my lips onto his as I thrust into him one last time. And as tired as I was, it was the best orgasm we’ve ever shared together at that time.
We laid in our heated bunk for several minutes while we panted like dogs. He stared longingly into my eyes, and that was when I knew that he would be the only man I would ever want. I grinned and placed a kiss on his nose before placing another one on his lips. His lips, they were most certainly the most tender lips I’ve ever kissed before, and that said something for all the girls I’ve had the pleasure of kissing back in the day.
The bookmobile was silent; Mike and my dad were out. It was just Billie and I alone together. It was one of those rare moments where we could be alone together. We haven’t really told anyone of our relationship. Although, even I’m not sure of what our relationship really was. We would make out and cuddle whenever we were alone together, and we would have the most amazing sex in the world. Whenever we have sex, sometimes we would murmur ‘I love you’ to each other. But I wonder if he really meant it. I sure as hell do, but him - I wasn't not sure. He could have been just be caught in the moment, or maybe he would feel bad if he didn’t say it back to me.
As I kissed him, I wrapped my arms around his scrawny body. He broke the kiss and placed his head onto my chest. His nose piercing felt cold against my hot skin and sent shivers up my spine. I felt his fingers tracing circles onto my stomach. Back then, I like to think that I had some sort of abs.
We were silent. Neither of us wanted to break the peaceful silence. It wasn’t until I gathered my courage to finally ask him where we really stood in our relationship.
“Billie?” I whispered quietly as I placed my hand on his cheek and began to stroke it gently.
“Yeah?”
I gazed deeply into his eyes before I breathed out, “Do you love me?”
His eyes, they didn’t dart away nor did his body tense up. A genuine smile formed around his lips as he said, “Of course I do, Tre. I love you.”
At that time, I believed him. I truly believed every word that spewed out of his mouth. But I should’ve known better. Billie Joe Armstrong is a fucking good liar, or at least, I was just a gullible idiot. I wish I knew that about him back then. Maybe it would’ve saved me from sufficing a broken heart.
Before I could ask him any other questions, he placed his lips onto mine once more. All the thoughts that were clouding my mind disappeared along with all my senses. He was the only man that had this effect on me. I supposed that was one of the reason he would be the only man I would love. He knew how to push my buttons. He knew how to drive me insane.
It wasn’t until the process of recording Dookie when he first sent an atom bomb to tear apart my world. I heard him talking to Mike - and Mike is one helluva observant guy. He’s smart even though he doesn’t seem like it. So, that’s what they were talking about. Mike had a feeling that there was something going on between Billie and me even though we tried our best to conceal our relationship.
“Is there something going on between you and Tre?”
The door was open ajar and I glanced into the room to find Billie leaning against the wall while Mike was talking to him. They weren’t aware of my presence.
“What do you mean?” Billie asked innocently and Mike just rolled his eyes.
“Billie, I’m not an idiot. Is there something going on between you and Tre?”
Billie smirked but his eyes remained emotionless. He shrugged, “We’re friends, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Mike sighed frustratingly as if he was mentally slapping himself over and over. “Fuck you, be that way. Let’s put it this way, are you fucking each other senselessly? Do you fucking love him? Does he love you? Is that more specific enough for you?”
The shorter man let out a chuckle. He ran his fingers through his dark dreadlocks. He let out a yawn before he answered, “Nope. What made you think that?”
I knew we agreed to keep silent of our relationship, but the tone in his voice when he lied about our relationship pierced my heart. He sounded so convincing, like he honestly didn’t love me at all.
“Hmm, I don’t know, maybe when I saw you two making out at the washrooms this morning?” Mike stated in a matter-of-fact voice.
Oh shit, he got Billie there. But Billie remained emotionless, and he shrugged.
“It was just a kiss, doesn’t mean it meant anything. Why are you so worked up about it, Mike?” Billie answered before adding, “Maybe you’re the one that loves him.”
Mike rolled his eyes, “Sorry man, I’m not into guys. I’m just worried about our band. If you two are in a relationship, then you might jeopardize this band. I know you, Billie. If you two were actually in some sort of relationship, you’re probably in it for the sex. I care about Tre and I care about this band. So, I hope you have some sense in you that you’ll either make it work or break it off now before it gets bad.”
Billie let out another yawn as he stretched out his arms. He punched Mike lightly on the arm before flashing him his infamous ‘everything will be alright, I know it’ smile.
“You worry too much, you know that?”
“Just answer me truthfully, do you love him?” Mike asked as Billie inched toward the door.
I backed away from the door, but not before I heard his last answer.
“I’m working on it.”
I scrambled away. He was working on it. Which meant that he didn’t actually loved me. I was stupid to think he would actually love me, that fucking son-of-a-bitch. And I almost wished I never gave him that cigarette. I almost wished he hadn’t chosen me as their drummer.
That liar. I hate him. I hate him. I love him.
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Oh man, thanks for the awesome comments. It really means a lot that you guys would actually read my stories.
I'm still getting used to writing in first person since I usually write in third, haha.
Comments and feedback are really appreciated. It motivates me to write. <3
author: dane
pairing: Tre/Billie
rating: NC-17
disclaimer: I do not own any of the people in my story. I only own the plot and words.
summary: "Is there something going on between you and Tre?"
previous parts: Here
1993
Tre.
“Tre, shit,” his husky voice moaned out, “Fuck, h-harder goddamnit.”
I didn’t object. My body obeyed to his every command. It was almost as if it were a second nature. It didn't matter how tired I was that day, I gave it all I had to offer. So I followed his order, and thrust myself harder and harder inside of him. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last any longer. As I thrust inside of him, my hand pumped his throbbing cock in unison. With all the strength I had left, I shoved my lips onto his as I thrust into him one last time. And as tired as I was, it was the best orgasm we’ve ever shared together at that time.
We laid in our heated bunk for several minutes while we panted like dogs. He stared longingly into my eyes, and that was when I knew that he would be the only man I would ever want. I grinned and placed a kiss on his nose before placing another one on his lips. His lips, they were most certainly the most tender lips I’ve ever kissed before, and that said something for all the girls I’ve had the pleasure of kissing back in the day.
The bookmobile was silent; Mike and my dad were out. It was just Billie and I alone together. It was one of those rare moments where we could be alone together. We haven’t really told anyone of our relationship. Although, even I’m not sure of what our relationship really was. We would make out and cuddle whenever we were alone together, and we would have the most amazing sex in the world. Whenever we have sex, sometimes we would murmur ‘I love you’ to each other. But I wonder if he really meant it. I sure as hell do, but him - I wasn't not sure. He could have been just be caught in the moment, or maybe he would feel bad if he didn’t say it back to me.
As I kissed him, I wrapped my arms around his scrawny body. He broke the kiss and placed his head onto my chest. His nose piercing felt cold against my hot skin and sent shivers up my spine. I felt his fingers tracing circles onto my stomach. Back then, I like to think that I had some sort of abs.
We were silent. Neither of us wanted to break the peaceful silence. It wasn’t until I gathered my courage to finally ask him where we really stood in our relationship.
“Billie?” I whispered quietly as I placed my hand on his cheek and began to stroke it gently.
“Yeah?”
I gazed deeply into his eyes before I breathed out, “Do you love me?”
His eyes, they didn’t dart away nor did his body tense up. A genuine smile formed around his lips as he said, “Of course I do, Tre. I love you.”
At that time, I believed him. I truly believed every word that spewed out of his mouth. But I should’ve known better. Billie Joe Armstrong is a fucking good liar, or at least, I was just a gullible idiot. I wish I knew that about him back then. Maybe it would’ve saved me from sufficing a broken heart.
Before I could ask him any other questions, he placed his lips onto mine once more. All the thoughts that were clouding my mind disappeared along with all my senses. He was the only man that had this effect on me. I supposed that was one of the reason he would be the only man I would love. He knew how to push my buttons. He knew how to drive me insane.
It wasn’t until the process of recording Dookie when he first sent an atom bomb to tear apart my world. I heard him talking to Mike - and Mike is one helluva observant guy. He’s smart even though he doesn’t seem like it. So, that’s what they were talking about. Mike had a feeling that there was something going on between Billie and me even though we tried our best to conceal our relationship.
“Is there something going on between you and Tre?”
The door was open ajar and I glanced into the room to find Billie leaning against the wall while Mike was talking to him. They weren’t aware of my presence.
“What do you mean?” Billie asked innocently and Mike just rolled his eyes.
“Billie, I’m not an idiot. Is there something going on between you and Tre?”
Billie smirked but his eyes remained emotionless. He shrugged, “We’re friends, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Mike sighed frustratingly as if he was mentally slapping himself over and over. “Fuck you, be that way. Let’s put it this way, are you fucking each other senselessly? Do you fucking love him? Does he love you? Is that more specific enough for you?”
The shorter man let out a chuckle. He ran his fingers through his dark dreadlocks. He let out a yawn before he answered, “Nope. What made you think that?”
I knew we agreed to keep silent of our relationship, but the tone in his voice when he lied about our relationship pierced my heart. He sounded so convincing, like he honestly didn’t love me at all.
“Hmm, I don’t know, maybe when I saw you two making out at the washrooms this morning?” Mike stated in a matter-of-fact voice.
Oh shit, he got Billie there. But Billie remained emotionless, and he shrugged.
“It was just a kiss, doesn’t mean it meant anything. Why are you so worked up about it, Mike?” Billie answered before adding, “Maybe you’re the one that loves him.”
Mike rolled his eyes, “Sorry man, I’m not into guys. I’m just worried about our band. If you two are in a relationship, then you might jeopardize this band. I know you, Billie. If you two were actually in some sort of relationship, you’re probably in it for the sex. I care about Tre and I care about this band. So, I hope you have some sense in you that you’ll either make it work or break it off now before it gets bad.”
Billie let out another yawn as he stretched out his arms. He punched Mike lightly on the arm before flashing him his infamous ‘everything will be alright, I know it’ smile.
“You worry too much, you know that?”
“Just answer me truthfully, do you love him?” Mike asked as Billie inched toward the door.
I backed away from the door, but not before I heard his last answer.
“I’m working on it.”
I scrambled away. He was working on it. Which meant that he didn’t actually loved me. I was stupid to think he would actually love me, that fucking son-of-a-bitch. And I almost wished I never gave him that cigarette. I almost wished he hadn’t chosen me as their drummer.
That liar. I hate him. I hate him. I love him.
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Oh man, thanks for the awesome comments. It really means a lot that you guys would actually read my stories.
I'm still getting used to writing in first person since I usually write in third, haha.
Comments and feedback are really appreciated. It motivates me to write. <3