Restless Heart Syndrome
Title: Restless Heart Syndrome
Author: howXiXdisappear
Pairing: Billie Joe Armstrong/Gerard Way
Prompt: Reminisce
Rating: PG-13/R
Summary: Being a rock star isn't all that it's cracked up to be...
Disclaimer: Once upon a time, a baby was dropped on her head. Years later, she wrote stories about the boys in MCR having sex with each other. This is one of those stories. Enjoy.
Warnings: Language, sexual themes
Author's Note: This fic was written for westboundgirl. It's my first fic involving Green Day... hope this is okay! Because I'm all about self-pimpage, my prompt table where I am accepting story requests can be found here ---> http://howxixdisappear.livejournal.com/28732.html My challenge prompt can be found here: http://howxixdisappear.livejournal.com/30988.html Check. It. Out.
Being a rock star wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Sometimes, Billie Joe was away from his family for months, missing birthdays, anniversaries, school plays. And sometimes, he’d get really super horny, but Adie wasn’t around to make it better, and his hand just wasn’t doing the trick anymore because nothing is better than the real thing.
And sometimes, he gets distracted.
It isn’t that he cheated, he wouldn’t. He and Adrienne always had a very open relationship. They understood that they both had needs, and when Billie was gone, they’d get lonely. Their love was deep enough, their marriage strong enough, to be able to be stretched that extra mile. Sex was just an action, not a declaration of love. Sex was to gratify an emotion, it didn’t really mean anything.
But that one time- that one time, it did .
It wasn’t intentional. Falling for him was definitely not intentional. But there was something in the way he talked, the way he walked, his nervous laugh, his sense of security in that faux-toughness that everyone knew was an act...there was something about him that propelled Billie to him.
“I-I... fuck, I’m really sorry, it’s just... I’m a huge fucking fan, and-“ The poor guy was barely able to get out a coherent sentence. Like a pathetic fan girl, he fumbled his giant sunglasses in his hands, shuffling his feet against the ground.
“No, it’s cool, I got it,” Billie lit a cigarette and offered it to the other man. “Just chill out, man. I’m not Jesus or anything.”
“You might as well be,”
With a small smile, Billie shook his head. “You’re a weird guy, Gerard.”
He nervously smiled back. “I know.”
The first time they kissed, Billie almost forgot about Adrienne. Almost. He slide his arms around Gerard’s waist and pushed him against the wall of his tour bus, trapping him. Wide-eyed, Gerard eagerly kissed back.
They didn’t really talk about it. Gerard ran his fingers through the other man’s hair before clutching on to his shirt. Billie’s tongue slid into his mouth. It wasn’t something that needed to be talked about. They knew what happened. They knew what would happen later on. Spoken words weren’t required. Words weren’t wanted.
They didn’t talk about it, but they knew there was something there. They were inseparable. By day, they hid from public view, seeking comfort in the back of a tour bus, naked and silent. Gerard’s head lay against Billie’s chest. He liked to listen to him breathe. At night, they shared a cigarette before the show. They secretly dedicated songs to each other and exchanged kisses before each set. Billie wouldn’t admit how much he looked forward to the night. To just being with Gerard. That was when they were golden.
It couldn’t last forever. Gerard was sensitive. He needed companionship, a person he could rely on. A relationship that would last.
“Don’t go getting attached, Gee,” Mikey warned his brother. “He’s married, he’s not going to drop his family for a tour-fuck.”
“I can take care of myself, Mikes,”
“Bull-fucking-shit. You’re going to fall head-over-heels for him and as soon as this tour is over, he’s gonna be gone.”
Gerard only shrugged, not wanting to admit his brother was right. At night, he sang his heart out so it wouldn’t pound so hard when he got backstage. He would waste energy so he was too tired to fuck later on. It didn’t make him feel better, but it made things easier. He would pretend not to notice the sideways glances he was getting from Billie, a question written on his face- “What’s going on?”- that would never be verbalized.
Maybe Mikey was right.
Being a rock star wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Friends were made, friends were lost. You learn to say goodbye. Goodbye happens all the time. One insignificant moment can force you to lose what you want most.
Billie didn’t want to let that happen.
“What the hell is your problem?” He grit his teeth, holding Gerard against the wall. His shaking hands clasped to the other man’s shoulders. The silence was driving him crazy.
“There’s no point to this...”
“No point to what?”
“To THIS To us fucking around and acting like a fucking couple when we both know that it’s just going to end tomorrow morning You’re going home to your wife, I’m going home to see my mom. There’s no point to us acting like we’ve got something, because in the end, we don’t have anything, and I don’t want goodbye to hurt any more than it already will.” Gerard pushed Billie away. “I don’t want to be a groupie anymore.”
He returned home with a strange feeling in his gut. His smiles felt fake. Adrienne could see it. The boys could see it. There wasn’t a word he could find to describe to his family how he was feeling.
He brought the wall back up.
Author: howXiXdisappear
Pairing: Billie Joe Armstrong/Gerard Way
Prompt: Reminisce
Rating: PG-13/R
Summary: Being a rock star isn't all that it's cracked up to be...
Disclaimer: Once upon a time, a baby was dropped on her head. Years later, she wrote stories about the boys in MCR having sex with each other. This is one of those stories. Enjoy.
Warnings: Language, sexual themes
Author's Note: This fic was written for westboundgirl. It's my first fic involving Green Day... hope this is okay! Because I'm all about self-pimpage, my prompt table where I am accepting story requests can be found here ---> http://howxixdisappear.livejournal.com/28732.html My challenge prompt can be found here: http://howxixdisappear.livejournal.com/30988.html Check. It. Out.
Being a rock star wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Sometimes, Billie Joe was away from his family for months, missing birthdays, anniversaries, school plays. And sometimes, he’d get really super horny, but Adie wasn’t around to make it better, and his hand just wasn’t doing the trick anymore because nothing is better than the real thing.
And sometimes, he gets distracted.
It isn’t that he cheated, he wouldn’t. He and Adrienne always had a very open relationship. They understood that they both had needs, and when Billie was gone, they’d get lonely. Their love was deep enough, their marriage strong enough, to be able to be stretched that extra mile. Sex was just an action, not a declaration of love. Sex was to gratify an emotion, it didn’t really mean anything.
But that one time- that one time, it did .
It wasn’t intentional. Falling for him was definitely not intentional. But there was something in the way he talked, the way he walked, his nervous laugh, his sense of security in that faux-toughness that everyone knew was an act...there was something about him that propelled Billie to him.
“I-I... fuck, I’m really sorry, it’s just... I’m a huge fucking fan, and-“ The poor guy was barely able to get out a coherent sentence. Like a pathetic fan girl, he fumbled his giant sunglasses in his hands, shuffling his feet against the ground.
“No, it’s cool, I got it,” Billie lit a cigarette and offered it to the other man. “Just chill out, man. I’m not Jesus or anything.”
“You might as well be,”
With a small smile, Billie shook his head. “You’re a weird guy, Gerard.”
He nervously smiled back. “I know.”
The first time they kissed, Billie almost forgot about Adrienne. Almost. He slide his arms around Gerard’s waist and pushed him against the wall of his tour bus, trapping him. Wide-eyed, Gerard eagerly kissed back.
They didn’t really talk about it. Gerard ran his fingers through the other man’s hair before clutching on to his shirt. Billie’s tongue slid into his mouth. It wasn’t something that needed to be talked about. They knew what happened. They knew what would happen later on. Spoken words weren’t required. Words weren’t wanted.
They didn’t talk about it, but they knew there was something there. They were inseparable. By day, they hid from public view, seeking comfort in the back of a tour bus, naked and silent. Gerard’s head lay against Billie’s chest. He liked to listen to him breathe. At night, they shared a cigarette before the show. They secretly dedicated songs to each other and exchanged kisses before each set. Billie wouldn’t admit how much he looked forward to the night. To just being with Gerard. That was when they were golden.
It couldn’t last forever. Gerard was sensitive. He needed companionship, a person he could rely on. A relationship that would last.
“Don’t go getting attached, Gee,” Mikey warned his brother. “He’s married, he’s not going to drop his family for a tour-fuck.”
“I can take care of myself, Mikes,”
“Bull-fucking-shit. You’re going to fall head-over-heels for him and as soon as this tour is over, he’s gonna be gone.”
Gerard only shrugged, not wanting to admit his brother was right. At night, he sang his heart out so it wouldn’t pound so hard when he got backstage. He would waste energy so he was too tired to fuck later on. It didn’t make him feel better, but it made things easier. He would pretend not to notice the sideways glances he was getting from Billie, a question written on his face- “What’s going on?”- that would never be verbalized.
Maybe Mikey was right.
Being a rock star wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Friends were made, friends were lost. You learn to say goodbye. Goodbye happens all the time. One insignificant moment can force you to lose what you want most.
Billie didn’t want to let that happen.
“What the hell is your problem?” He grit his teeth, holding Gerard against the wall. His shaking hands clasped to the other man’s shoulders. The silence was driving him crazy.
“There’s no point to this...”
“No point to what?”
“To THIS To us fucking around and acting like a fucking couple when we both know that it’s just going to end tomorrow morning You’re going home to your wife, I’m going home to see my mom. There’s no point to us acting like we’ve got something, because in the end, we don’t have anything, and I don’t want goodbye to hurt any more than it already will.” Gerard pushed Billie away. “I don’t want to be a groupie anymore.”
He returned home with a strange feeling in his gut. His smiles felt fake. Adrienne could see it. The boys could see it. There wasn’t a word he could find to describe to his family how he was feeling.
He brought the wall back up.