Twelve Months Of Romance, Part Seven.
Title: Twelve Months Of Romance, Part Seven.
Author: Seven... well, Me.
Rating: NC-17.
Pairing: Billie Joe/Mike; Billie Joe/Adrienne.
Disclaimer: Not real, don't sue. Fan Fiction.
Summary: Billie Joe and Mike celebrate the Fourth of July.
Previous Parts: January., February., March., April., May., June.
July
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Beer commercials are so patriotic: ‘Made The American Way.’
What does that have to do with America?
Is that what America stands for?
Feeling sluggish and urinating frequently?
~Evelyn Waugh
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Billie Joe lay nestled into Mike’s neck gently, sighing in content. Mike smiled gently, appreciating their time alone together. Billie Joe looked upwards and traced his finger along Mike’s jaw line.
“Are we going to Tré’s party tomorrow for the fourth?” He whispered.
“I,” Mike cleared his raspy throat, “I don’t know. Do you want to?”
“Adrienne is taking the boys to see fireworks an’ shit so we can. I don’t exactly wanna’ get shitfaced though.”
“I wouldn’t mind getting shitfaced, but then I can’t remember what delicious things we did to each other.”
Billie Joe shifted on the studio couch, “I like the sound of that. Let’s go and not drink.” He replied, his eyes wide with excitement.
“Sounds like a plan.”
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“Billie Joe, the boys want you to come.”
“I’m sorry, Adrienne, I already told Tré I’d be there tonight.”
“Billie Joe Armstrong, I don’t know what’s gotten in to you since 2007 started but you’ve been really strange.” She leaned forward menacingly, “Do you even care about your family anymore?”
Billie Joe stepped back, “Of course I care, Adrienne. I’m sorry, but Tré and Mike have been having some hard times, their love lives have been faltering and-“
“Billie Joe. They will get over it. They have each other to rely on.”
“You just don’t understand.” Billie Joe whispered, his finger in her face, “And you never will. Just leave me the fuck alone this one time.”
Adrienne straightened up in surprise, her almond eyes piercing his own olive orbs, “Get out. Don’t come back home tonight, you asshole.”
“Fine.” Billie Joe retorted, turning on his heel and walking out the door.
Adrienne sighed and ran a hand through her dark hair, “Boys, Daddy had a change of plans again…”
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“Why the sour expression, Bill?” Mike asked, clasping his shoulder.
“Adrienne is… is a fucking bitch.”
Mike inwardly winced, “Uh-oh. Again? She never had a problem before.”
“I don’t want to think about it. Just, I need a smoke.” He said, searching his pockets for a cancer stick. He pulled one out and lit it, watching the silver ribbon of smoke curl into the sky.
Mike held onto his hand gently, “It’ll be okay, Bill. Don’t look into it.”
“I said I didn’t want to fuckin’ think about it. Is that okay?” Billie Joe snapped. He dropped the lit cigarette and crushed it under his heel, “I’m sorry, Mike. I just, I wonder if it’s worth it anymore to be with both of you. Maybe I should just tell her about us and then we can move on and be perfect-“
“Stop it. Stop, you don’t mean that. You love her and you know it.”
Billie Joe shook his head, “I know.” He sighed, “But it would be so much easier if we just came out with it all and-“
“Would it? Would it be easier to tell everyone we loved and all the fans and the public that we were being… you know… gay together? Seriously, Billie Joe, Tré doesn’t even know about us.”
“I guess… I don’t feel like partying.”
Mike shivered a little, “Neither do I.” He whispered, grazing his lips on Billie Joe’s neck. Mike grabbed his hands and dragged him upstairs to Tré’s bedroom. They shut the door and locked it, praying Tré was too drunk to notice somebody was occupying his own bedroom. Besides, isn’t that what the fourth is all about?
Mike smirked and chuckled nervously as Billie Joe’s eyes dragged down his body. Billie Joe’s lips curled upwards and they began tearing the clothes off each other’s bodies. Mike placed his hands just under Billie Joe’s arms and slowly pulled them down until they hit his sides. Billie Joe’s head was tilted back, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. A beautiful sight in Mike’s eyes.
Mike wrapped his hands around behind Billie Joe, clasping them together on his lower back. Out of the blue, he pulled their bodies together, flesh clashing with flesh. A small breath hissed out of Billie Joe’s lips at the connection and he melted in the bassist’s arms.
“F-fuck, Mike.” He whimpered.
“No actually,” Mike corrected, “I was thinking of fucking you.”
Billie Joe shook his head, “Y-you always get to fuck me. I want to fuck you dizzy. I want to hear you… hear you beg.”
“The Dirnt begs no one.”
“I beg to dream and differ.” Billie Joe whispered, pushing Mike back on Tré’s bed and leaving him there, making his way into the bathroom to get some lube. He came back with a small bottle Tré normally took on tours [Just in case, of course.] and shook it teasingly at Mike. He dropped it on the large bed next to them and leaned over his lover’s frame, pressing their figures together.
“Beg me, Dirnt.”
Mike shook his head, “I d-don’t beg.”
“Then I guess we’re finished, eh?”
“N-no. Don’t s-stop. I mean, we can’t just end it.”
“Well, I’m not sure you want it.”
“I w-want it-t.” Mike gritted his teeth, “Please, fuck me, Bill.” He hissed.
The front man grinned and gently lubed up, no longer satisfied in foreplay, and placed himself at Mike’s entrance, “You want me to use my fingers first?”
“No time.” Was all Mike said. Billie Joe nodded and slowly pushed in. Mike’s face screwed up in discomfort and Billie Joe started a slow rhythm. Mike loosened up a little, feeling some pressure. Billie Joe rocked back and forth, Tré’s headboard hitting the wall with each forward motion.
Tré squinted at his bedroom door, Did I close that door? He slowly walked down there and listened. Thumpthumpthump. He tried the doorknob, but it was locked. Tré had nothing to pick it with, but that didn’t stop him. He pounded loudly on the door.
“I-ignore that.” Mike whispered into Billie Joe’s ear, “Go faster.” Mike smiled and dug his nails into Billie Joe’s hips. He groaned a little then said, “It’s kinda’ hot to know Tré’s right outside. I mean, if we both make noise, he’ll know. Plus, we’re in his bed.”
Billie Joe smirked, “That we are.” He began to thrust harder, quiet curses falling from his lips and splashing in the surrounding air. Mike moaned, the sounds vibrating around the room. Billie Joe clasped his hand over Mike’s mouth and kept going. Mike grabbed his hard-on and pumped slowly, swiping his thumb over the slit in the head occasionally.
“Hey!” Tré yelled through the door, “Hey! No sex in my bedroom! Get the fuck out… whoever you are!”
Billie Joe and Mike giggle softly, continuing their motions. Tré thumped harder on the door, “I’ll find out who you are! I’m gonna’ wait outside this door until you come out!”
Mike and Billie Joe froze, “Shit.” Billie Joe whispered.
“We might as well finish… either way he’s gonna’ find out about us.” Mike said, cheeks turning crimson.
“I’m close anyways.” Billie Joe nodded, driving into the bassist a few times before coming. Mike had since been pumping himself and rode over the edge at the thought of Tré outside the door waiting and the sound of Billie Joe moaning his name quietly. His sticky come coated their stomachs and spilled onto Tré’s bed sheets. Billie Joe collapsed on Mike briefly before getting up and pulling his clothes on. Mike followed suit and stood awkwardly once they were finished.
“Better bite the bullet and get this over with.” Mike sighed, slowly reaching for the doorknob and gripping it. Billie Joe slipped his sweaty palm into Mike’s free hand. They pulled the door open together and were met with a very angry Tré.
“What the fuck were you think- Mike? Billie Joe?”
“Tré, we need to talk.” Mike whispered.
“Clearly. You guys weren’t… weren’t havin’ sex together? Were you?”
“We were, Tré.” Billie Joe said quietly, “But nobody knows about… us. Nobody. You can’t say anything.”
“Uhm, I don’t know what to say.”
“Are you okay with this?” Mike dared to ask.
“Uh, yeah. I think so. I guess I’m just shocked.” Tré said slowly.
“That’s all we needed to know. That you were okay with it.” Mike replied. The two lovers wrapped their drummer in a hug and didn’t let go.
Rifinito.
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You guys, I am so sorry it took this long. But with finals this week, I haven't had much free time.
I'm gonna' make it up to you soon though... let's just say that in my free time at school, I've written twelve drabbles and one very short oneshot. :]
They should be up soon. They'll be up faster if you comment. =P
Author: Seven... well, Me.
Rating: NC-17.
Pairing: Billie Joe/Mike; Billie Joe/Adrienne.
Disclaimer: Not real, don't sue. Fan Fiction.
Summary: Billie Joe and Mike celebrate the Fourth of July.
Previous Parts: January., February., March., April., May., June.
July
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Beer commercials are so patriotic: ‘Made The American Way.’
What does that have to do with America?
Is that what America stands for?
Feeling sluggish and urinating frequently?
~Evelyn Waugh
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Billie Joe lay nestled into Mike’s neck gently, sighing in content. Mike smiled gently, appreciating their time alone together. Billie Joe looked upwards and traced his finger along Mike’s jaw line.
“Are we going to Tré’s party tomorrow for the fourth?” He whispered.
“I,” Mike cleared his raspy throat, “I don’t know. Do you want to?”
“Adrienne is taking the boys to see fireworks an’ shit so we can. I don’t exactly wanna’ get shitfaced though.”
“I wouldn’t mind getting shitfaced, but then I can’t remember what delicious things we did to each other.”
Billie Joe shifted on the studio couch, “I like the sound of that. Let’s go and not drink.” He replied, his eyes wide with excitement.
“Sounds like a plan.”
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“Billie Joe, the boys want you to come.”
“I’m sorry, Adrienne, I already told Tré I’d be there tonight.”
“Billie Joe Armstrong, I don’t know what’s gotten in to you since 2007 started but you’ve been really strange.” She leaned forward menacingly, “Do you even care about your family anymore?”
Billie Joe stepped back, “Of course I care, Adrienne. I’m sorry, but Tré and Mike have been having some hard times, their love lives have been faltering and-“
“Billie Joe. They will get over it. They have each other to rely on.”
“You just don’t understand.” Billie Joe whispered, his finger in her face, “And you never will. Just leave me the fuck alone this one time.”
Adrienne straightened up in surprise, her almond eyes piercing his own olive orbs, “Get out. Don’t come back home tonight, you asshole.”
“Fine.” Billie Joe retorted, turning on his heel and walking out the door.
Adrienne sighed and ran a hand through her dark hair, “Boys, Daddy had a change of plans again…”
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“Why the sour expression, Bill?” Mike asked, clasping his shoulder.
“Adrienne is… is a fucking bitch.”
Mike inwardly winced, “Uh-oh. Again? She never had a problem before.”
“I don’t want to think about it. Just, I need a smoke.” He said, searching his pockets for a cancer stick. He pulled one out and lit it, watching the silver ribbon of smoke curl into the sky.
Mike held onto his hand gently, “It’ll be okay, Bill. Don’t look into it.”
“I said I didn’t want to fuckin’ think about it. Is that okay?” Billie Joe snapped. He dropped the lit cigarette and crushed it under his heel, “I’m sorry, Mike. I just, I wonder if it’s worth it anymore to be with both of you. Maybe I should just tell her about us and then we can move on and be perfect-“
“Stop it. Stop, you don’t mean that. You love her and you know it.”
Billie Joe shook his head, “I know.” He sighed, “But it would be so much easier if we just came out with it all and-“
“Would it? Would it be easier to tell everyone we loved and all the fans and the public that we were being… you know… gay together? Seriously, Billie Joe, Tré doesn’t even know about us.”
“I guess… I don’t feel like partying.”
Mike shivered a little, “Neither do I.” He whispered, grazing his lips on Billie Joe’s neck. Mike grabbed his hands and dragged him upstairs to Tré’s bedroom. They shut the door and locked it, praying Tré was too drunk to notice somebody was occupying his own bedroom. Besides, isn’t that what the fourth is all about?
Mike smirked and chuckled nervously as Billie Joe’s eyes dragged down his body. Billie Joe’s lips curled upwards and they began tearing the clothes off each other’s bodies. Mike placed his hands just under Billie Joe’s arms and slowly pulled them down until they hit his sides. Billie Joe’s head was tilted back, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. A beautiful sight in Mike’s eyes.
Mike wrapped his hands around behind Billie Joe, clasping them together on his lower back. Out of the blue, he pulled their bodies together, flesh clashing with flesh. A small breath hissed out of Billie Joe’s lips at the connection and he melted in the bassist’s arms.
“F-fuck, Mike.” He whimpered.
“No actually,” Mike corrected, “I was thinking of fucking you.”
Billie Joe shook his head, “Y-you always get to fuck me. I want to fuck you dizzy. I want to hear you… hear you beg.”
“The Dirnt begs no one.”
“I beg to dream and differ.” Billie Joe whispered, pushing Mike back on Tré’s bed and leaving him there, making his way into the bathroom to get some lube. He came back with a small bottle Tré normally took on tours [Just in case, of course.] and shook it teasingly at Mike. He dropped it on the large bed next to them and leaned over his lover’s frame, pressing their figures together.
“Beg me, Dirnt.”
Mike shook his head, “I d-don’t beg.”
“Then I guess we’re finished, eh?”
“N-no. Don’t s-stop. I mean, we can’t just end it.”
“Well, I’m not sure you want it.”
“I w-want it-t.” Mike gritted his teeth, “Please, fuck me, Bill.” He hissed.
The front man grinned and gently lubed up, no longer satisfied in foreplay, and placed himself at Mike’s entrance, “You want me to use my fingers first?”
“No time.” Was all Mike said. Billie Joe nodded and slowly pushed in. Mike’s face screwed up in discomfort and Billie Joe started a slow rhythm. Mike loosened up a little, feeling some pressure. Billie Joe rocked back and forth, Tré’s headboard hitting the wall with each forward motion.
Tré squinted at his bedroom door, Did I close that door? He slowly walked down there and listened. Thumpthumpthump. He tried the doorknob, but it was locked. Tré had nothing to pick it with, but that didn’t stop him. He pounded loudly on the door.
“I-ignore that.” Mike whispered into Billie Joe’s ear, “Go faster.” Mike smiled and dug his nails into Billie Joe’s hips. He groaned a little then said, “It’s kinda’ hot to know Tré’s right outside. I mean, if we both make noise, he’ll know. Plus, we’re in his bed.”
Billie Joe smirked, “That we are.” He began to thrust harder, quiet curses falling from his lips and splashing in the surrounding air. Mike moaned, the sounds vibrating around the room. Billie Joe clasped his hand over Mike’s mouth and kept going. Mike grabbed his hard-on and pumped slowly, swiping his thumb over the slit in the head occasionally.
“Hey!” Tré yelled through the door, “Hey! No sex in my bedroom! Get the fuck out… whoever you are!”
Billie Joe and Mike giggle softly, continuing their motions. Tré thumped harder on the door, “I’ll find out who you are! I’m gonna’ wait outside this door until you come out!”
Mike and Billie Joe froze, “Shit.” Billie Joe whispered.
“We might as well finish… either way he’s gonna’ find out about us.” Mike said, cheeks turning crimson.
“I’m close anyways.” Billie Joe nodded, driving into the bassist a few times before coming. Mike had since been pumping himself and rode over the edge at the thought of Tré outside the door waiting and the sound of Billie Joe moaning his name quietly. His sticky come coated their stomachs and spilled onto Tré’s bed sheets. Billie Joe collapsed on Mike briefly before getting up and pulling his clothes on. Mike followed suit and stood awkwardly once they were finished.
“Better bite the bullet and get this over with.” Mike sighed, slowly reaching for the doorknob and gripping it. Billie Joe slipped his sweaty palm into Mike’s free hand. They pulled the door open together and were met with a very angry Tré.
“What the fuck were you think- Mike? Billie Joe?”
“Tré, we need to talk.” Mike whispered.
“Clearly. You guys weren’t… weren’t havin’ sex together? Were you?”
“We were, Tré.” Billie Joe said quietly, “But nobody knows about… us. Nobody. You can’t say anything.”
“Uhm, I don’t know what to say.”
“Are you okay with this?” Mike dared to ask.
“Uh, yeah. I think so. I guess I’m just shocked.” Tré said slowly.
“That’s all we needed to know. That you were okay with it.” Mike replied. The two lovers wrapped their drummer in a hug and didn’t let go.
Rifinito.
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You guys, I am so sorry it took this long. But with finals this week, I haven't had much free time.
I'm gonna' make it up to you soon though... let's just say that in my free time at school, I've written twelve drabbles and one very short oneshot. :]
They should be up soon. They'll be up faster if you comment. =P