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Title: The Violence Within.
Author: Seven... well, Me.
Rating: R... Maybe NC-17
Pairing: Billie Joe/Adrienne; Billie Joe/Mike
Disclaimer: Not real, don't sue. Fan Fiction.
Summary: "I’m a person and I need much more than this. I deserve more than what I’m getting."
Notes: Yep, I come back with a little piece of writing for you guys. I've really, really missed you all!
Billie Joe is relentless as he thrusts into his bassist. Sweat is dripping off their bodies and the headboard is slamming against the cheap motel’s wall.
“Aw, fuck.” Billie Joe says, his voice is hoarse and his chewed down fingernails are leaving little pink crescent moons all along the pale skin of Mike’s stomach, back, and waist, “Fuck, so good.”
Mike’s eyes are tightly shut and he thinks that if he opens them, they might be watering and he doesn’t want Billie Joe to stop, to be concerned, because that’s not how it works.
Billie Joe pauses and then thrusts deep as he comes and Mike comes too, but there’s also a sharp pain within him from the stretch, so he doesn’t moan loudly like Billie Joe does.
Billie Joe pulls out and cleans himself up before throwing on his clothes, grabbing his keys, and heading out the door to go back home to his wife and kids. He doesn’t stay and hold Mike or kiss him lightly. And Mike doesn’t say a word. It’s all a silent procedure that he doesn’t want to scratch, because it’s how it’s always been and how it always will be.
He paid for the night, so he decides to stay in the dingy motel room and stare at the ceiling and plans to grab some bad complimentary coffee when he checks out in the morning.
---
Billie Joe curses when the tip of his pencil breaks. He throws it across the room and it bounces off the wall. With his elbows on his knees and his head in his palms, he cries. And not some quiet, macho crying, but full-blown sobs that rack his body and are accompanied by screams of anguish.
Adrienne rushes into the room and crouches down next to him, “What’s wrong, baby? Can’t write again.”
Her words hurt, but only because they’re so true, so Billie Joe stands up abruptly and Adrienne loses her balance and plunks back into a sitting position on the floor.
“I’m going to Mike’s.” is all he says and she nods in understanding.
He grabs his keys and wallet and leaves the house.
Mike is home, just as he suspected, and Mike doesn’t have any company, so Billie Joe lets himself in. He barges through the house until he finds Mike folding some laundry.
“Right here, right now.” is his command as Mike drops the t-shirt in his hands and latches onto Billie Joe’s arms in a fiery kiss. Billie Joe fucks him on the cold tile floor and then he fucks him again on top of the running dryer.
“You kinky fuck.” He whispers in Mike’s ear as he comes.
He grabs Mike’s wrist and pulls him along, “What other kinky places can we do this?” He wonders more to himself than to Mike.
He finally settles on one last place, the bench swing in Mike’s backyard. It sways back and forth with his hard, pounding motions into Mike. When he’s done, he cleans up, gets dressed, takes his keys, and leaves to go home. Mike lays there, naked on the swing, and sighs, he doesn’t say a word. It’s a silent course of action and he doesn’t want to shatter it.
The stars start to prickle through the atmosphere when he finally gets up. The swing creaks and is left swaying as he walks into his house and takes a long, hot shower.
He doesn’t bother drying off or getting dressed; instead he just crawls into bed wet and cold. This is how he falls asleep.
---
“Billie Joe, you need to talk to somebody.” Adrienne says to him as he’s changing into pajamas.
He shoots her a look, “About what, Adrienne? Talk to somebody about what?”
She sighs and rubs at her temples, “You’re so disconnected from us, Beej, and it’s putting a lot of straining on everybody and on our relationship.”
“I don’t need to talk to somebody, Adrienne. Thanks anyways.”
“Billie Joe, if you aren’t going to do something about it, I will.”
He crosses his arms over his chest, “How so?”
A few tears fall down her cheeks and land on the crisp, white linen, darkening it in little blotches, “I’m leaving.” She whispers, looking up at him.
He cusses and punches the wall and Adrienne jumps, “Fuck this. Fuck this.”
He storms out of their room and grabs his coat from the coat closet. He throws it on and seizes his car keys, getting in the car and speeding off to Mike’s house.
Billie Joe kills the engine and gets out, running up to Mike’s front door and finds it locked. He jogs around to the back door and finds that one locked as well. So he bends down and picks up the fake rock that Mike hides his spare key in and opens it. There’s no key, but there is a folded up piece of paper.
Billie Joe snatches up the paper and shoves it in his pocket, dropping the faux rock on the deck and walking back around the house. He doesn’t stay and instead drives to the nearest park. When he gets there, he sits on the merry-go-round and pulls out the paper and opens it up. His eyes squint to read the scratchy handwriting under the street lamps.
BJ-
Please don’t be mad that I’m not here. But if you’re reading this, then it means you’ve gone too far.
We’ve been best friends for, hell, I don’t know, a long time. I love you more than life itself, but I don’t know if you love me. I would do anything for you, I promised you that, but I didn’t intend to become some cheap fuck.
You’re using me to vent, Billie Joe. I’m a person and I need much more than this. I deserve more than what I’m getting.
Don’t come back around until you figure yourself out. I’m not some toy to be cast aside when you’re entertained elsewhere.
I need more.
-MD
Billie Joe throws the paper on the ground and then bends over to pick it up and read it again. He shoves it in his coat pocket and gets up, kicking at a pebble as he walks back to his car. He gets in and repeatedly thumps his head against the steering wheel.
He throws the car into reverse and goes back to Mike’s place. As he walks up the driveway, he sees that light upstairs is on now and the pressure in his chest is so high, he feels like it will explode.
He storms into Mike’s house and up the stairs to Mike’s room. Mike is sitting on his bed and looks up with a fright when Billie Joe’s figure is present in his doorway. Billie Joes walks up to him and tips him back on the mattress. Mike’s eyes look almost scared as Billie Joe hovers over him.
“I never called you a cheap fuck, Mike. Who ever told you that you were?”
Mike glances away and sighs as Billie Joe’s hands remain clamped to his wrists, “Nobody, Bill. But it’s just what I feel like.”
Billie Joe leans down close to Mike’s face and lightly blows on his lips. Mike’s tongue flicks out to lick at them and Billie Joe closes the gap between them, hungrily kissing his best friend and bassist.
Billie Joe fucks Mike hard and fast. Mike doesn’t cry, but he doesn’t feel either. It was like every other time; Billie Joe just wasn’t going to change.
They finish up and Billie Joe walks into the bathroom to grab a towel and clean himself up. He then walks out with the towel still in hand and hovers of Mike. He gently cleans Mike off as well, never breaking eye contact.
Mike almost shivers when Billie Joe tosses the soiled towel aside.
Billie Joe grabs his boxers and put them on, tossing Mike his as well. Mike slides them on and slithers under his blankets and curls up, watching Billie Joe intently, waiting for him to leave.
But Billie Joe doesn’t even continue to dress. He slides into bed next to Mike and softly presses his lips against Mike’s own lips, forehead, and cheek. He slides his arm over Mike’s waist and sighs in relief.
“What are you doing?” Mike whispers cautiously.
Billie Joe’s eyes slide open, “I was trying to sleep.”
Mike searches Billie Joe’s eye briefly, “You’re not gonna’ leave?”
“No, Mike, I’m staying.”
Mike smiles and nods, his eyes starting to droop.
Billie Joe gulps, “Is that okay?”
“It’s okay.”
“Are you sure you’re okay with it?”
“Yeah. I’d like it if you stayed. I’d like it very much.”
“Can I stay tomorrow too?”
“Sure.”
“And the next day and the next day?”
Mike shrugs, “I guess.”
Billie Joe nods, “Good night.”
“G’night.”
Rifinito.
----
So yes, I'm back, kind of. I don't know how permanent it is... it may just be this one time... I don't know.
As always, I love love love comments. Feels good to be posting again, really...
But can I do a little shameless advertising? My best friend and I started a forum and there's literally only one other member besides us and we're really trying to kick it off. It's a general forum, no themes to follow... I don't know, we just need people to join, talk, and get other people to join. I told him that you guys were great and I'd talk to you and he said, "Good. And tell all your Green Day obsessed friends to make all their Green Day obsessed friends join too,"
Needless to say, he's a fan of them, but he's annoyed by my writing/reading/obsessing... :D
Anyways, the link to our forum is below.
Go Heehaw!
I'm SaraSyringe on there, if anyone wants to chit chat.
Err, if I'm not allowed to advertise other sites, let me know, I'll edit it out. :]
Author: Seven... well, Me.
Rating: R... Maybe NC-17
Pairing: Billie Joe/Adrienne; Billie Joe/Mike
Disclaimer: Not real, don't sue. Fan Fiction.
Summary: "I’m a person and I need much more than this. I deserve more than what I’m getting."
Notes: Yep, I come back with a little piece of writing for you guys. I've really, really missed you all!
Billie Joe is relentless as he thrusts into his bassist. Sweat is dripping off their bodies and the headboard is slamming against the cheap motel’s wall.
“Aw, fuck.” Billie Joe says, his voice is hoarse and his chewed down fingernails are leaving little pink crescent moons all along the pale skin of Mike’s stomach, back, and waist, “Fuck, so good.”
Mike’s eyes are tightly shut and he thinks that if he opens them, they might be watering and he doesn’t want Billie Joe to stop, to be concerned, because that’s not how it works.
Billie Joe pauses and then thrusts deep as he comes and Mike comes too, but there’s also a sharp pain within him from the stretch, so he doesn’t moan loudly like Billie Joe does.
Billie Joe pulls out and cleans himself up before throwing on his clothes, grabbing his keys, and heading out the door to go back home to his wife and kids. He doesn’t stay and hold Mike or kiss him lightly. And Mike doesn’t say a word. It’s all a silent procedure that he doesn’t want to scratch, because it’s how it’s always been and how it always will be.
He paid for the night, so he decides to stay in the dingy motel room and stare at the ceiling and plans to grab some bad complimentary coffee when he checks out in the morning.
---
Billie Joe curses when the tip of his pencil breaks. He throws it across the room and it bounces off the wall. With his elbows on his knees and his head in his palms, he cries. And not some quiet, macho crying, but full-blown sobs that rack his body and are accompanied by screams of anguish.
Adrienne rushes into the room and crouches down next to him, “What’s wrong, baby? Can’t write again.”
Her words hurt, but only because they’re so true, so Billie Joe stands up abruptly and Adrienne loses her balance and plunks back into a sitting position on the floor.
“I’m going to Mike’s.” is all he says and she nods in understanding.
He grabs his keys and wallet and leaves the house.
Mike is home, just as he suspected, and Mike doesn’t have any company, so Billie Joe lets himself in. He barges through the house until he finds Mike folding some laundry.
“Right here, right now.” is his command as Mike drops the t-shirt in his hands and latches onto Billie Joe’s arms in a fiery kiss. Billie Joe fucks him on the cold tile floor and then he fucks him again on top of the running dryer.
“You kinky fuck.” He whispers in Mike’s ear as he comes.
He grabs Mike’s wrist and pulls him along, “What other kinky places can we do this?” He wonders more to himself than to Mike.
He finally settles on one last place, the bench swing in Mike’s backyard. It sways back and forth with his hard, pounding motions into Mike. When he’s done, he cleans up, gets dressed, takes his keys, and leaves to go home. Mike lays there, naked on the swing, and sighs, he doesn’t say a word. It’s a silent course of action and he doesn’t want to shatter it.
The stars start to prickle through the atmosphere when he finally gets up. The swing creaks and is left swaying as he walks into his house and takes a long, hot shower.
He doesn’t bother drying off or getting dressed; instead he just crawls into bed wet and cold. This is how he falls asleep.
---
“Billie Joe, you need to talk to somebody.” Adrienne says to him as he’s changing into pajamas.
He shoots her a look, “About what, Adrienne? Talk to somebody about what?”
She sighs and rubs at her temples, “You’re so disconnected from us, Beej, and it’s putting a lot of straining on everybody and on our relationship.”
“I don’t need to talk to somebody, Adrienne. Thanks anyways.”
“Billie Joe, if you aren’t going to do something about it, I will.”
He crosses his arms over his chest, “How so?”
A few tears fall down her cheeks and land on the crisp, white linen, darkening it in little blotches, “I’m leaving.” She whispers, looking up at him.
He cusses and punches the wall and Adrienne jumps, “Fuck this. Fuck this.”
He storms out of their room and grabs his coat from the coat closet. He throws it on and seizes his car keys, getting in the car and speeding off to Mike’s house.
Billie Joe kills the engine and gets out, running up to Mike’s front door and finds it locked. He jogs around to the back door and finds that one locked as well. So he bends down and picks up the fake rock that Mike hides his spare key in and opens it. There’s no key, but there is a folded up piece of paper.
Billie Joe snatches up the paper and shoves it in his pocket, dropping the faux rock on the deck and walking back around the house. He doesn’t stay and instead drives to the nearest park. When he gets there, he sits on the merry-go-round and pulls out the paper and opens it up. His eyes squint to read the scratchy handwriting under the street lamps.
BJ-
Please don’t be mad that I’m not here. But if you’re reading this, then it means you’ve gone too far.
We’ve been best friends for, hell, I don’t know, a long time. I love you more than life itself, but I don’t know if you love me. I would do anything for you, I promised you that, but I didn’t intend to become some cheap fuck.
You’re using me to vent, Billie Joe. I’m a person and I need much more than this. I deserve more than what I’m getting.
Don’t come back around until you figure yourself out. I’m not some toy to be cast aside when you’re entertained elsewhere.
I need more.
-MD
Billie Joe throws the paper on the ground and then bends over to pick it up and read it again. He shoves it in his coat pocket and gets up, kicking at a pebble as he walks back to his car. He gets in and repeatedly thumps his head against the steering wheel.
He throws the car into reverse and goes back to Mike’s place. As he walks up the driveway, he sees that light upstairs is on now and the pressure in his chest is so high, he feels like it will explode.
He storms into Mike’s house and up the stairs to Mike’s room. Mike is sitting on his bed and looks up with a fright when Billie Joe’s figure is present in his doorway. Billie Joes walks up to him and tips him back on the mattress. Mike’s eyes look almost scared as Billie Joe hovers over him.
“I never called you a cheap fuck, Mike. Who ever told you that you were?”
Mike glances away and sighs as Billie Joe’s hands remain clamped to his wrists, “Nobody, Bill. But it’s just what I feel like.”
Billie Joe leans down close to Mike’s face and lightly blows on his lips. Mike’s tongue flicks out to lick at them and Billie Joe closes the gap between them, hungrily kissing his best friend and bassist.
Billie Joe fucks Mike hard and fast. Mike doesn’t cry, but he doesn’t feel either. It was like every other time; Billie Joe just wasn’t going to change.
They finish up and Billie Joe walks into the bathroom to grab a towel and clean himself up. He then walks out with the towel still in hand and hovers of Mike. He gently cleans Mike off as well, never breaking eye contact.
Mike almost shivers when Billie Joe tosses the soiled towel aside.
Billie Joe grabs his boxers and put them on, tossing Mike his as well. Mike slides them on and slithers under his blankets and curls up, watching Billie Joe intently, waiting for him to leave.
But Billie Joe doesn’t even continue to dress. He slides into bed next to Mike and softly presses his lips against Mike’s own lips, forehead, and cheek. He slides his arm over Mike’s waist and sighs in relief.
“What are you doing?” Mike whispers cautiously.
Billie Joe’s eyes slide open, “I was trying to sleep.”
Mike searches Billie Joe’s eye briefly, “You’re not gonna’ leave?”
“No, Mike, I’m staying.”
Mike smiles and nods, his eyes starting to droop.
Billie Joe gulps, “Is that okay?”
“It’s okay.”
“Are you sure you’re okay with it?”
“Yeah. I’d like it if you stayed. I’d like it very much.”
“Can I stay tomorrow too?”
“Sure.”
“And the next day and the next day?”
Mike shrugs, “I guess.”
Billie Joe nods, “Good night.”
“G’night.”
Rifinito.
----
So yes, I'm back, kind of. I don't know how permanent it is... it may just be this one time... I don't know.
As always, I love love love comments. Feels good to be posting again, really...
But can I do a little shameless advertising? My best friend and I started a forum and there's literally only one other member besides us and we're really trying to kick it off. It's a general forum, no themes to follow... I don't know, we just need people to join, talk, and get other people to join. I told him that you guys were great and I'd talk to you and he said, "Good. And tell all your Green Day obsessed friends to make all their Green Day obsessed friends join too,"
Needless to say, he's a fan of them, but he's annoyed by my writing/reading/obsessing... :D
Anyways, the link to our forum is below.
Go Heehaw!
I'm SaraSyringe on there, if anyone wants to chit chat.
Err, if I'm not allowed to advertise other sites, let me know, I'll edit it out. :]