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Title: Get It Faster (Part III, Final)
Author: Liz
Rating: NC-17
Pairing:Billie Joe/Mike
Disclaimer: This never happened, and very likely will never happen. I made it all up. I don’t own Green Day, they are real people. No harm is intended, no money is made… blah blah blah
Notes/Summary:Billie has come over to Mike’s for one last night, but Mike isn’t ready to accept that this is the last time. Same as last part. :)
Dedications: I decided some deds were overdue. To angie_aiken for being so wonderfully nice and leaving such amazing comments, to notabuttmonkey for being the champion of Billie/Mike, to letterbomb_baby for leaving wonderful comments and sharing such great fics with us…truly inspirational, to tasyfa for reading and leaving such insightful comments…also to everyone who’s been reading, whether commenting or not, and everyone who will read in the future… Just wanted to let you know, I really appreciate you guys and you make me really happy… now, on with the fic…
Previous Parts:
First Part: Fucked Without A Kiss Again
Second Part: Turned To Dust
Third Part: Bitter Love, Part I
Billie’s whole body sagged as Mike’s words flowed over him, feeling as though he’d been hoodwinked, tricked in some way. His body shifted and he whimpered into Mike’s chest. God…Mike, I’m so sorry…I thought you understood…this was a bad idea… But he couldn’t believe that, not fully, not when his body was singing and his senses numbed from recent explosive orgasm.
But you’re hurting him again, confusing him again, you know you can’t keep doing this… it has to stop… Billie’s brain and body fought for control, each screaming its need through Billie’s mind. But it was really no contest, he had already made this choice. He had already made his decision, already weighed the pros and cons, and nothing had changed. Not really. Billie’s blunt nails dug into Mike’s back as he lifted his head. “Mikey, it has to be…the last time…” The smaller man leaned up to press his cheek against Mike’s jaw, and Mike could feel his lips moving as he spoke. “Please…please believe me…I don’t…I can’t love you like that…”
Billie’s words took a moment to register in Mike’s brain, words so far away, lightyears away from what he’d been hoping for, praying for. Mike felt like he’d just been gut punched. He had allowed himself to believe that Billie would see, would admit…How can he say this? Here, now? Billie should be in no position to protest anything, he’d always agreed, always said what he knew Mike needed to hear... but that was the problem. Mike’s skin burned as he realized that here, now was the only time Billie had been honest with him, had told him the truth instead of what he knew Mike wanted to hear. And Mike knew with a certainty that turned his blood to ice that this was the truth, knew it as surely as he had known that those past I love you’s were false.
Mike’s mind whirled as the realization hit that Billie really was serious. Billie was going to leave, Billie was going to walk out and he’d never be allowed to see him like this again, hold him like this again, fuck him like this again. What Mike felt wasn’t anger, wasn’t resentment…only a vast emptiness, a numbness that radiated out from his heart and froze the blood in his veins. What was left?
Billie seemed to feel it. “Mike? Please say something…”
“But here now? You’ll do anything here and now?” Mike could hear the flatness in his voice, his words thin and tinny. Billie’s hand twined in his hair, and Mike’s skin tingled distantly at the soft tugs in his scalp. The smaller man nodded against him.
Billie heard the numbness in Mike’s voice and his heart tore, tore at the emptiness in the other man’s voice, tore because he had done this to his friend, his best friend. What had started as two bodies coming together, two best friends taking pleasure from each other, had come to this, had come to Billie flinching as Mike’s broken, empty voice rolled over him. Billie always knew it was wrong, wrong because he was married, wrong because he loved his wife, his family, but it was also so right because it was Mike and fuck it felt so damn good. But Mike had taken it further than Billie ever intended, ever wanted, had fallen fucking in love with him… and Billie had been too weak to break it off sooner, before the other man could fall too hard. And now Mike’s empty voice was asking, and there was only one real answer Billie could give.
“Yes…anything.” Billie couldn’t give Mike anything else, but he would give him anything he wanted tonight.
“Anything…” Mike whispered the word, more to himself than to the man pressed tightly against him, but now do distant from him. Anything… But he couldn’t think, couldn’t find what he wanted to do or to say…except…
Mike’s hands moved to Billie’s shoulders, and he lay the other man back down on the bed, feeling disconnected, almost disembodied. He reached distantly to brush a lock of sticky hair out of searching green eyes, eyes scanning his face for any sign, any clue of what was to come. He raised Billie’s arms, gripping the other man’s wrist together, not sure why but knowing he needed Billie completely under his control. Mike moved his free hand down Billie’s torso, thumbs pressing into the inked lines etched into the smaller man’s skin, stopping to hover over Billie’s cock. He smiled flatly as Billie twitched once beneath him.
“There’s something I think you should know, Billie…” Mike said, eyes moving up to fix on Billie’s face. “You don’t need to say anything, just…let me know that you’re listening.”
Billie jerked as Mike’s hand closed around his cock, moaning softly, eyes focusing uncertainly, and Mike knew the other man was listening. Mike began to pump, slowly at first but gradually picking up speed until his rough hand was sliding over Billie’s engorged skin, skin still slick with semen from his earlier orgasm.
“Remember when we met at the Marina?” Mike said, hand working rapidly against the other man’s cock, eyes fixed on Billie’s face. Billie whimpered, his hips twisting sharply as Mike squeezed him hard. “Of course you do. But do you remember the guy we talked to there?” Mike gave Billie one more squeeze before removing his hand completely, splaying it across Billie’s chest. “Do you?” he said, leaning down.
Billie gasped as he was left exposed in the frigid air. Mike still held the other man’s hands locked. “Mike…please…I don’t…” Billie was trying to buck up into Mike, to get some contact, some friction against his enflamed cock, but Mike’s strong hand bore down on his chest, keeping him down.
“Answer me.” Mike felt his own cock growing, still slick with a mixture of semen and old lube, felt it like some blurred memory of remembered bliss.
“I-I think so…I don’t know…”
“I need you to remember him…picture him, Billie…” Mike was close enough that his breath blew over Billie’s body, and the smaller man shivered as the warm air washed against his skin.
“Wha…? I don’t…I don’t understand…”
“Just do it. Can you see him?”
“What…?” Billie swallowed, willing his brain back to that day, that time when he’d first come to Mike, first told him it was over… “Yes, yes…I see it…”
“I fucked him.”
Billie’s body stilled as his eyes widened, meeting Mike’s gaze.
“You what?” Billie felt shock, disbelief No…he wouldn’t…why would he do that?
“I fucked him,” Mike said, leaning in so his lips brushed the corner of Billie’s mouth “And the whole time, I was thinking about you.”
Oh, Mikey…
“Fuck, Mike…” Billie breathed, but the next words deteriorated as Mike’s cock drove into his body, and Mike simultaneously moved to grip Billie’s cock once again. Mike drove in hard, one hand still pinning the smaller man’s wrists while the other ran furiously over Billie’s cock. Billie bucked and writhed beneath him, body jerking off the bed as Mike angled his thrusts upward, pushing Billie high and forcing the other man to twist and wriggle like a fish caught on a line, glistening with sweat and semen.
This wasn’t the slow, rhythmic love making of earlier. Billie screamed as Mike pounded into him, voice cutting through the air and sending sparks of lust through Mike’s dulled blood. He didn’t know why he told Billie, exactly, felt only the vague need to transfer into Billie the exhausting frustration wound so tightly within his body, his brain, his soul.
Mike felt the convulsions shaking through Billie’s body, shaking through the smaller man’s skin like some bizarre, localized earthquake. Then the other man’s cock began to shudder, shooting hot strands of Billie’s semen onto Mike’s hand, burning into his skin. Billie’s muscles relaxed, and Mike could hear the other man’s choked cries as he continued to drive in, pumping Billie hard and fast and rough. Billie’s body ceased shaking and when limp under Mike’s hands, the other man’s heavy breathing and occasional screaming gasps the only animation in the singer’s body.
Mike felt the hot fire burning in his stomach, sensing focusing back in on his body as his orgasm screamed for release. His hands tightened fiercely around Billie’s wrists and hip as he came, releasing himself deep within Billie’s warm, tight body and collapsing once again on top of the other man. Mike lay catching his breath, spread heavily atop Billie’s small body. Mike felt Billie nuzzle weakly into his neck, felt the other man’s soft breath on his skin, felt words starting to form…
Mike jerked back, up, and before he could think was clamping a hand down on Billie’s mouth, not wanting to hear any of the things he knew the singer would say, was entitled to say. Mike didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to hear the words, the apologies, the pity he knew the other man would give him. He didn’t want to watch those words take shape on those lips, wanted to keep Billie from saying them, from even thinking them…
Then Mike’s hand was moving away and his mouth coming down, connecting with Billie’s clumsily, tongue raping through the other man’s lax mouth. Billie hardly had time to respond before Mike’s lips were gone, moving from Billie’s mouth to the thick muscles in the smaller man’s neck. Mike sucked against the pale skin, the singer’s taste invading his senses, Billie Billie Billie everywhere swirling around him, over him, through him but never resting, never remaining still long enough for him to grab hold…
Suddenly Mike’s teeth were biting down fiercely, piercing the soft skin of Billie’s neck. Billie screamed as Mike’s sharp teeth broke through his skin, breath catching as Mike’s teeth worked deeper and deeper. Rich, coopery blood ran into Mike’s mouth, as he worried the spot with his tongue. This was not something Mike would normally do, normally consider doing, without at least checking with the other man first…but there was nothing normal about this, and Billie was his tonight…
Then Mike’s hand was wrapping once again around Billie’s cock, and the singer was writhing as deft fingers slowly worked him up yet again, the pleasure in his cock a stark contrast to the pain at his neck and the drain of his muscles. Mike’s teeth worked at the smaller man’s neck as his hand continued to tease up Billie’s cock, and the smaller man’s hands twitched in Mike’s strong grip. Mike worried and kneaded until Billie’s body began to shake, until the familiar convulsions began to once again wrack through the singer’s body, and Billie arched up into Mike with a long, exhausted moan.
And the night went on. Mike would wait for Billie’s breathing to slow, wait for some of the glaze to leave his eyes before starting again, hand expertly teasing until Billie was as hard and desperate as before, and Mike would bring him up, bring him over only to start the process again. Sometimes Mike would fuck Billie as he pumped him, other times lean down to leave more angry bites marks against the smaller man’s pale skin. After Billie crashed down for the forth time, scream dying out as his convulsions stilled, Mike released his hands. But Billie’s arms just hung limply at his sides, muscles too drained to obey any instruction, eyes covered now in a perpetual haze of sex and exhaustion. And still Mike pressed him, brought him shuttering to orgasm until the bed, the sheets, and both men’s bodies were coated in the milky, sticky strands of Billie’s cum.
“God Mike…I’m so tired…” the singer’s voice was barely above a whisper, breathed out after his body had crashed down once again. But Mike kept going, kept riding Billie until the other man’s eyes were permanently glazed over, breath ragged, voice hoarse and body exhausted from seemingly endless cycles of bone tearing convulsions and euphoric releases.
Mike didn’t notice when he finally fell asleep. All he remembered was waking up, Billie pressed against his side, skin fused together by a thick mixture of semen and sweat. Billie stirred beside him, eyes flittering open. In the hazy light of early morning, Mike gazed down at the other man, in the bright light of dawn suddenly unsure, uncertain what to do next. It was morning.
Billie didn’t say anything, simply peeling away from Mike and swinging his legs slowly over the side of the bed. Mike watched as Billie gingerly got to his feet, moving stiffly as he slowly circled the room, gathering clothing. The silence pressed down like some sulfuric fog that had escaped from the bowels of the earth, heavy, thick and oppressive. Mike felt he should say something, offer some explanation.
“Billie, I…” he swallowed, throat dry, clogged with all the words he wanted to say, but could not, or should not. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Billie’s voice was cracked, tired. “It’s okay.” Billie said again.
Billie’s body was a network of bruises, cuts, welts, all seemly seared into the other man’s skin as deeply as the twisting inked lines. But Mike knew they would soon be gone, healed, and the inked names of Billie’s wife, Billie’s children, would remain. Mike felt a small stab of…something. Regret? Guilt? Satisfaction? He loved this man, would always love him…but he knew dully that they would never be together, knew Billie had been right, knew there was no future, knew he had been crazy to ever believe there could be a happily ever after. The knowledge settled inside Mike like a leaden weight lodged deep in his stomach.
As Billie walked out the singer whispered “I’m sorry,” so quietly Mike could barely hear him.
Then Billie was gone, and Mike felt the room turn cold, sending chills along his clammy skin. Mike heard the shuffling footsteps, heard the bathroom door close, heard the lock snap into place. The sound echoed in his head, loudly at first then receding to a dull pounding as he closed his eyes and dropped his head into his hands. Mike’s body twitched as the shower started, settling as the soft drops began to fall, roaring through his blood as they washed Billie clean of this, their one last night.
End
Comments greatly appreciated, as usual.
Author: Liz
Rating: NC-17
Pairing:Billie Joe/Mike
Disclaimer: This never happened, and very likely will never happen. I made it all up. I don’t own Green Day, they are real people. No harm is intended, no money is made… blah blah blah
Notes/Summary:Billie has come over to Mike’s for one last night, but Mike isn’t ready to accept that this is the last time. Same as last part. :)
Dedications: I decided some deds were overdue. To angie_aiken for being so wonderfully nice and leaving such amazing comments, to notabuttmonkey for being the champion of Billie/Mike, to letterbomb_baby for leaving wonderful comments and sharing such great fics with us…truly inspirational, to tasyfa for reading and leaving such insightful comments…also to everyone who’s been reading, whether commenting or not, and everyone who will read in the future… Just wanted to let you know, I really appreciate you guys and you make me really happy… now, on with the fic…
Previous Parts:
First Part: Fucked Without A Kiss Again
Second Part: Turned To Dust
Third Part: Bitter Love, Part I
Billie’s whole body sagged as Mike’s words flowed over him, feeling as though he’d been hoodwinked, tricked in some way. His body shifted and he whimpered into Mike’s chest. God…Mike, I’m so sorry…I thought you understood…this was a bad idea… But he couldn’t believe that, not fully, not when his body was singing and his senses numbed from recent explosive orgasm.
But you’re hurting him again, confusing him again, you know you can’t keep doing this… it has to stop… Billie’s brain and body fought for control, each screaming its need through Billie’s mind. But it was really no contest, he had already made this choice. He had already made his decision, already weighed the pros and cons, and nothing had changed. Not really. Billie’s blunt nails dug into Mike’s back as he lifted his head. “Mikey, it has to be…the last time…” The smaller man leaned up to press his cheek against Mike’s jaw, and Mike could feel his lips moving as he spoke. “Please…please believe me…I don’t…I can’t love you like that…”
Billie’s words took a moment to register in Mike’s brain, words so far away, lightyears away from what he’d been hoping for, praying for. Mike felt like he’d just been gut punched. He had allowed himself to believe that Billie would see, would admit…How can he say this? Here, now? Billie should be in no position to protest anything, he’d always agreed, always said what he knew Mike needed to hear... but that was the problem. Mike’s skin burned as he realized that here, now was the only time Billie had been honest with him, had told him the truth instead of what he knew Mike wanted to hear. And Mike knew with a certainty that turned his blood to ice that this was the truth, knew it as surely as he had known that those past I love you’s were false.
Mike’s mind whirled as the realization hit that Billie really was serious. Billie was going to leave, Billie was going to walk out and he’d never be allowed to see him like this again, hold him like this again, fuck him like this again. What Mike felt wasn’t anger, wasn’t resentment…only a vast emptiness, a numbness that radiated out from his heart and froze the blood in his veins. What was left?
Billie seemed to feel it. “Mike? Please say something…”
“But here now? You’ll do anything here and now?” Mike could hear the flatness in his voice, his words thin and tinny. Billie’s hand twined in his hair, and Mike’s skin tingled distantly at the soft tugs in his scalp. The smaller man nodded against him.
Billie heard the numbness in Mike’s voice and his heart tore, tore at the emptiness in the other man’s voice, tore because he had done this to his friend, his best friend. What had started as two bodies coming together, two best friends taking pleasure from each other, had come to this, had come to Billie flinching as Mike’s broken, empty voice rolled over him. Billie always knew it was wrong, wrong because he was married, wrong because he loved his wife, his family, but it was also so right because it was Mike and fuck it felt so damn good. But Mike had taken it further than Billie ever intended, ever wanted, had fallen fucking in love with him… and Billie had been too weak to break it off sooner, before the other man could fall too hard. And now Mike’s empty voice was asking, and there was only one real answer Billie could give.
“Yes…anything.” Billie couldn’t give Mike anything else, but he would give him anything he wanted tonight.
“Anything…” Mike whispered the word, more to himself than to the man pressed tightly against him, but now do distant from him. Anything… But he couldn’t think, couldn’t find what he wanted to do or to say…except…
Mike’s hands moved to Billie’s shoulders, and he lay the other man back down on the bed, feeling disconnected, almost disembodied. He reached distantly to brush a lock of sticky hair out of searching green eyes, eyes scanning his face for any sign, any clue of what was to come. He raised Billie’s arms, gripping the other man’s wrist together, not sure why but knowing he needed Billie completely under his control. Mike moved his free hand down Billie’s torso, thumbs pressing into the inked lines etched into the smaller man’s skin, stopping to hover over Billie’s cock. He smiled flatly as Billie twitched once beneath him.
“There’s something I think you should know, Billie…” Mike said, eyes moving up to fix on Billie’s face. “You don’t need to say anything, just…let me know that you’re listening.”
Billie jerked as Mike’s hand closed around his cock, moaning softly, eyes focusing uncertainly, and Mike knew the other man was listening. Mike began to pump, slowly at first but gradually picking up speed until his rough hand was sliding over Billie’s engorged skin, skin still slick with semen from his earlier orgasm.
“Remember when we met at the Marina?” Mike said, hand working rapidly against the other man’s cock, eyes fixed on Billie’s face. Billie whimpered, his hips twisting sharply as Mike squeezed him hard. “Of course you do. But do you remember the guy we talked to there?” Mike gave Billie one more squeeze before removing his hand completely, splaying it across Billie’s chest. “Do you?” he said, leaning down.
Billie gasped as he was left exposed in the frigid air. Mike still held the other man’s hands locked. “Mike…please…I don’t…” Billie was trying to buck up into Mike, to get some contact, some friction against his enflamed cock, but Mike’s strong hand bore down on his chest, keeping him down.
“Answer me.” Mike felt his own cock growing, still slick with a mixture of semen and old lube, felt it like some blurred memory of remembered bliss.
“I-I think so…I don’t know…”
“I need you to remember him…picture him, Billie…” Mike was close enough that his breath blew over Billie’s body, and the smaller man shivered as the warm air washed against his skin.
“Wha…? I don’t…I don’t understand…”
“Just do it. Can you see him?”
“What…?” Billie swallowed, willing his brain back to that day, that time when he’d first come to Mike, first told him it was over… “Yes, yes…I see it…”
“I fucked him.”
Billie’s body stilled as his eyes widened, meeting Mike’s gaze.
“You what?” Billie felt shock, disbelief No…he wouldn’t…why would he do that?
“I fucked him,” Mike said, leaning in so his lips brushed the corner of Billie’s mouth “And the whole time, I was thinking about you.”
Oh, Mikey…
“Fuck, Mike…” Billie breathed, but the next words deteriorated as Mike’s cock drove into his body, and Mike simultaneously moved to grip Billie’s cock once again. Mike drove in hard, one hand still pinning the smaller man’s wrists while the other ran furiously over Billie’s cock. Billie bucked and writhed beneath him, body jerking off the bed as Mike angled his thrusts upward, pushing Billie high and forcing the other man to twist and wriggle like a fish caught on a line, glistening with sweat and semen.
This wasn’t the slow, rhythmic love making of earlier. Billie screamed as Mike pounded into him, voice cutting through the air and sending sparks of lust through Mike’s dulled blood. He didn’t know why he told Billie, exactly, felt only the vague need to transfer into Billie the exhausting frustration wound so tightly within his body, his brain, his soul.
Mike felt the convulsions shaking through Billie’s body, shaking through the smaller man’s skin like some bizarre, localized earthquake. Then the other man’s cock began to shudder, shooting hot strands of Billie’s semen onto Mike’s hand, burning into his skin. Billie’s muscles relaxed, and Mike could hear the other man’s choked cries as he continued to drive in, pumping Billie hard and fast and rough. Billie’s body ceased shaking and when limp under Mike’s hands, the other man’s heavy breathing and occasional screaming gasps the only animation in the singer’s body.
Mike felt the hot fire burning in his stomach, sensing focusing back in on his body as his orgasm screamed for release. His hands tightened fiercely around Billie’s wrists and hip as he came, releasing himself deep within Billie’s warm, tight body and collapsing once again on top of the other man. Mike lay catching his breath, spread heavily atop Billie’s small body. Mike felt Billie nuzzle weakly into his neck, felt the other man’s soft breath on his skin, felt words starting to form…
Mike jerked back, up, and before he could think was clamping a hand down on Billie’s mouth, not wanting to hear any of the things he knew the singer would say, was entitled to say. Mike didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to hear the words, the apologies, the pity he knew the other man would give him. He didn’t want to watch those words take shape on those lips, wanted to keep Billie from saying them, from even thinking them…
Then Mike’s hand was moving away and his mouth coming down, connecting with Billie’s clumsily, tongue raping through the other man’s lax mouth. Billie hardly had time to respond before Mike’s lips were gone, moving from Billie’s mouth to the thick muscles in the smaller man’s neck. Mike sucked against the pale skin, the singer’s taste invading his senses, Billie Billie Billie everywhere swirling around him, over him, through him but never resting, never remaining still long enough for him to grab hold…
Suddenly Mike’s teeth were biting down fiercely, piercing the soft skin of Billie’s neck. Billie screamed as Mike’s sharp teeth broke through his skin, breath catching as Mike’s teeth worked deeper and deeper. Rich, coopery blood ran into Mike’s mouth, as he worried the spot with his tongue. This was not something Mike would normally do, normally consider doing, without at least checking with the other man first…but there was nothing normal about this, and Billie was his tonight…
Then Mike’s hand was wrapping once again around Billie’s cock, and the singer was writhing as deft fingers slowly worked him up yet again, the pleasure in his cock a stark contrast to the pain at his neck and the drain of his muscles. Mike’s teeth worked at the smaller man’s neck as his hand continued to tease up Billie’s cock, and the smaller man’s hands twitched in Mike’s strong grip. Mike worried and kneaded until Billie’s body began to shake, until the familiar convulsions began to once again wrack through the singer’s body, and Billie arched up into Mike with a long, exhausted moan.
And the night went on. Mike would wait for Billie’s breathing to slow, wait for some of the glaze to leave his eyes before starting again, hand expertly teasing until Billie was as hard and desperate as before, and Mike would bring him up, bring him over only to start the process again. Sometimes Mike would fuck Billie as he pumped him, other times lean down to leave more angry bites marks against the smaller man’s pale skin. After Billie crashed down for the forth time, scream dying out as his convulsions stilled, Mike released his hands. But Billie’s arms just hung limply at his sides, muscles too drained to obey any instruction, eyes covered now in a perpetual haze of sex and exhaustion. And still Mike pressed him, brought him shuttering to orgasm until the bed, the sheets, and both men’s bodies were coated in the milky, sticky strands of Billie’s cum.
“God Mike…I’m so tired…” the singer’s voice was barely above a whisper, breathed out after his body had crashed down once again. But Mike kept going, kept riding Billie until the other man’s eyes were permanently glazed over, breath ragged, voice hoarse and body exhausted from seemingly endless cycles of bone tearing convulsions and euphoric releases.
Mike didn’t notice when he finally fell asleep. All he remembered was waking up, Billie pressed against his side, skin fused together by a thick mixture of semen and sweat. Billie stirred beside him, eyes flittering open. In the hazy light of early morning, Mike gazed down at the other man, in the bright light of dawn suddenly unsure, uncertain what to do next. It was morning.
Billie didn’t say anything, simply peeling away from Mike and swinging his legs slowly over the side of the bed. Mike watched as Billie gingerly got to his feet, moving stiffly as he slowly circled the room, gathering clothing. The silence pressed down like some sulfuric fog that had escaped from the bowels of the earth, heavy, thick and oppressive. Mike felt he should say something, offer some explanation.
“Billie, I…” he swallowed, throat dry, clogged with all the words he wanted to say, but could not, or should not. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Billie’s voice was cracked, tired. “It’s okay.” Billie said again.
Billie’s body was a network of bruises, cuts, welts, all seemly seared into the other man’s skin as deeply as the twisting inked lines. But Mike knew they would soon be gone, healed, and the inked names of Billie’s wife, Billie’s children, would remain. Mike felt a small stab of…something. Regret? Guilt? Satisfaction? He loved this man, would always love him…but he knew dully that they would never be together, knew Billie had been right, knew there was no future, knew he had been crazy to ever believe there could be a happily ever after. The knowledge settled inside Mike like a leaden weight lodged deep in his stomach.
As Billie walked out the singer whispered “I’m sorry,” so quietly Mike could barely hear him.
Then Billie was gone, and Mike felt the room turn cold, sending chills along his clammy skin. Mike heard the shuffling footsteps, heard the bathroom door close, heard the lock snap into place. The sound echoed in his head, loudly at first then receding to a dull pounding as he closed his eyes and dropped his head into his hands. Mike’s body twitched as the shower started, settling as the soft drops began to fall, roaring through his blood as they washed Billie clean of this, their one last night.
End
Comments greatly appreciated, as usual.