Coming Clean at 17 Well 18...
Title:Coming Clean at 17 Well 18
Author:Me
Paring:Don't really have to do this but... Young! Mikey/Billie
Rating:PG-13 for now...
Disclaimer:Don't own and really don't think it happened.
Summary:Billie turns 18 and Mike is still 17. What happens when people find out? (shitty I know...)
A seventeen year old Billie Joe Armstrong sat on his bed playing out a new song he had just written.
“Seventeen and coming clean for the first time…” Billie sung.
“Hey Billie.” A young Mike Dirnt said wrapping his arms around his lover and kissing his neck ever so softly.
“Mmmm. Mikey you can’t do that. Its evil.” Billie said wrapping one arm around his lovers neck and leaning into him.
“I can’t believe your going to be eighteen tomorrow. It seems like just yesterday we were meeting in the cafeteria.”
“Oh don’t get all mother like on me Mikey. You know I don’t care about age.” The smaller boy said setting down his guitar and turning around to his lover, straddling his hips.
Mike started giggling. This was defiantly not the reaction that Billie was hoping for. “What the fuck?”
“I was just thinking… I’ll be jailbait to you come tomorrow.” Mike said grinning wickedly.
“Mmmm. That’s fucking hot. My little jailbait.” Billie said grinding his hips down onto the taller boys.
“Fuccckk.” Mike hissed out.
Mike lay back and let Billie climb on top of him. Billie grinded his hips down again bringing another hiss from his lover.
“Let’s wait until tomorrow then.” Billie said standing up. “Besides I need to work on this song.”
“Fuck Bill, why do I even let you do that to me? You are such a tease. You know that?” Mike asked sitting up. Billie just grinned and pushed Mike up the bed so that he could sit down and start back to his song.
Mike slid back down to wrap his arms around Billie. He started to nibble at Billie’s ear and kissing below it. He was hoping that it would make Billie turn back to him.
Billie just waved his hand at Mike. “No Mikey, I’ve got to finish this. We can play tomorrow.”
Mike sighed knowing he wasn’t going to get his way. He never did when it came to Billie. Either Billie was in the mood or Mike didn’t get ANY.
“Fine… I’m going to go jack off then.” Mike said walking out of the room.
“Finally peace and quiet.” Billie whispered to himself.
He went back to his song. “I finally figured out myself for the first time. I found out what it takes to be a man. Now mom and dad will never understand, what’s happening to me.” He played the last line then jumped up having a silent celebration in his head. He had been working on the same song for almost a year.
“Now all I have to do is be able to play it to mom and that asshole.” Billie said to himself, rubbing his right hand through his hair. “Fuck.”
**The next day***
Billie was sitting down in his living room and waiting for the show his step-dad was watching, to end. Finally it did and Billie was scared shitless.
“Don’t worry, I’m right here.” Mike whispered in his ear.
Billie called his mother into the room. The woman was always happy when her son shared a new song with her. It made here feel special.
Billie started to strum the intro and sing. After he had finished the whole song, not once looking up from the floor, he looked up to see his mother smiling. He looked up to his step-dad but no such luck. The man was mad as fuck.
“I don’t want some pansy ass boy living in my house!” He said still not moving from his recliner. “Who the fuck is this boy anyway?”
Billie looked to his mother who was still happy because she had understood the whole song. She knew her son was in love, and to her no matter who it was, she was happy.
Billie looked down the back at Mike. He swallowed hard then started to speak. “It.. Its.. Mike.” Billie finally chocked out.
“Why you little fucker. Bringing that smut into my home. I have a mind to beat you into next year boy!”
“The fuck you do! You can’t do shit to me. I’ll just leave. I fucking AM eighteen now! I can live somewhere else if I fucking want.” Billie said looking over to his mother who was now sobbing.
Suddenly his step-father’s mood changed completely. “How old is this little faggot then?” He asked pointing to Mike.
“He’s seventeen, but what the fuck does he have to do with all this?” Billie questioned.
“Oh everything faggot. Everything. You know I could call the cops on you two faggots? Your eighteen now. He’s jailbait!” He hissed pointing again at Mike.
“Fuck NO! You can’t do that!” Billie yelled. “You can’t!”
“Like fuck I can’t. I’ll do it too if you don’t get the fuck out of my house. I’m going to the bar. If your still here when I get back. I’m calling the fucking cops.” He said as he slammed the door.
Billie slid to the floor crying. His mother came over and knelt down kissing his forehead and hugging him, for what maybe be the last time.
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So whatdya think? Comment's please...
Author:Me
Paring:Don't really have to do this but... Young! Mikey/Billie
Rating:PG-13 for now...
Disclaimer:Don't own and really don't think it happened.
Summary:Billie turns 18 and Mike is still 17. What happens when people find out? (shitty I know...)
A seventeen year old Billie Joe Armstrong sat on his bed playing out a new song he had just written.
“Seventeen and coming clean for the first time…” Billie sung.
“Hey Billie.” A young Mike Dirnt said wrapping his arms around his lover and kissing his neck ever so softly.
“Mmmm. Mikey you can’t do that. Its evil.” Billie said wrapping one arm around his lovers neck and leaning into him.
“I can’t believe your going to be eighteen tomorrow. It seems like just yesterday we were meeting in the cafeteria.”
“Oh don’t get all mother like on me Mikey. You know I don’t care about age.” The smaller boy said setting down his guitar and turning around to his lover, straddling his hips.
Mike started giggling. This was defiantly not the reaction that Billie was hoping for. “What the fuck?”
“I was just thinking… I’ll be jailbait to you come tomorrow.” Mike said grinning wickedly.
“Mmmm. That’s fucking hot. My little jailbait.” Billie said grinding his hips down onto the taller boys.
“Fuccckk.” Mike hissed out.
Mike lay back and let Billie climb on top of him. Billie grinded his hips down again bringing another hiss from his lover.
“Let’s wait until tomorrow then.” Billie said standing up. “Besides I need to work on this song.”
“Fuck Bill, why do I even let you do that to me? You are such a tease. You know that?” Mike asked sitting up. Billie just grinned and pushed Mike up the bed so that he could sit down and start back to his song.
Mike slid back down to wrap his arms around Billie. He started to nibble at Billie’s ear and kissing below it. He was hoping that it would make Billie turn back to him.
Billie just waved his hand at Mike. “No Mikey, I’ve got to finish this. We can play tomorrow.”
Mike sighed knowing he wasn’t going to get his way. He never did when it came to Billie. Either Billie was in the mood or Mike didn’t get ANY.
“Fine… I’m going to go jack off then.” Mike said walking out of the room.
“Finally peace and quiet.” Billie whispered to himself.
He went back to his song. “I finally figured out myself for the first time. I found out what it takes to be a man. Now mom and dad will never understand, what’s happening to me.” He played the last line then jumped up having a silent celebration in his head. He had been working on the same song for almost a year.
“Now all I have to do is be able to play it to mom and that asshole.” Billie said to himself, rubbing his right hand through his hair. “Fuck.”
**The next day***
Billie was sitting down in his living room and waiting for the show his step-dad was watching, to end. Finally it did and Billie was scared shitless.
“Don’t worry, I’m right here.” Mike whispered in his ear.
Billie called his mother into the room. The woman was always happy when her son shared a new song with her. It made here feel special.
Billie started to strum the intro and sing. After he had finished the whole song, not once looking up from the floor, he looked up to see his mother smiling. He looked up to his step-dad but no such luck. The man was mad as fuck.
“I don’t want some pansy ass boy living in my house!” He said still not moving from his recliner. “Who the fuck is this boy anyway?”
Billie looked to his mother who was still happy because she had understood the whole song. She knew her son was in love, and to her no matter who it was, she was happy.
Billie looked down the back at Mike. He swallowed hard then started to speak. “It.. Its.. Mike.” Billie finally chocked out.
“Why you little fucker. Bringing that smut into my home. I have a mind to beat you into next year boy!”
“The fuck you do! You can’t do shit to me. I’ll just leave. I fucking AM eighteen now! I can live somewhere else if I fucking want.” Billie said looking over to his mother who was now sobbing.
Suddenly his step-father’s mood changed completely. “How old is this little faggot then?” He asked pointing to Mike.
“He’s seventeen, but what the fuck does he have to do with all this?” Billie questioned.
“Oh everything faggot. Everything. You know I could call the cops on you two faggots? Your eighteen now. He’s jailbait!” He hissed pointing again at Mike.
“Fuck NO! You can’t do that!” Billie yelled. “You can’t!”
“Like fuck I can’t. I’ll do it too if you don’t get the fuck out of my house. I’m going to the bar. If your still here when I get back. I’m calling the fucking cops.” He said as he slammed the door.
Billie slid to the floor crying. His mother came over and knelt down kissing his forehead and hugging him, for what maybe be the last time.
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