red
Title; Red
Pairing; Billie Joe and Mike Dirnt
Rating; PG-13, maybe light R
Word Count; 815
Disclaimer; I only own the words.
Preview; Adie watched the singer as he strutted around the room in a pair of red six inch heels.
Note; For my prompt table. [#15 red high heels.]
Adie watched the singer as he strutted around the room in a pair of red six inch heels. His nerves were starting to uproot themselves and bleed through his skin as he waited for his name to be called. Even though she knew he was only doing this because he had to, Adrienne felt trapped. Caught between wanting to bring him back to her place and letting him do this for living, seeing as he’d lost everything; his boyfriend, their band and his friends, except for Adie.
“And now we’d like to introduce our lovely new monkey boy, Red.”
Billie strutted out and immediately came face to face with the reality. The petite man felt like running off the stage and crying in the bathroom. But he knew there wasn’t a way out of this. He didn’t want this, but it was the only thing he could do, nobody wanted to hire a high school dropout and the money he’d made from being in Green Day was gone, all spent on vodka, cocaine and the occasional whore.
Walking towards the end of the stage, the dance music he’d picked came on as he twirled himself the pole, feeling those hungry eyes watch his every move. Dollar bills were tossed on the stage, and some of the men waited, flashing their twenty’s and hundred dollar bills in the air. He leapt onto the pole, his hands reaching below his ass and flipping his legs to hook around the top, as he slowly slid down, his back hitting the ground softly.
The small man detached himself from the gold pole and crawled his way over to the side of the stage, where those men were waiting for him. Nearly purring at him. Remnants of hoots and hollers were all he could hear in the back of his mind. But as the hands started shoving money into the lacy bottom of his outfit, Billie came back to reality, the strangers touches sticking to him like glue. Hands were grabbing at anything they could through the corset and bottoms. Red, however, was loving the attention from the strangers and was nearly rock hard.
“Now now now, we have a new little bit for our new guy. Can we have Michael Dirnt to the stage?”
Billie’s jaw nearly dropped as Mike, his ex, came from behind the curtains, the same ones that he’d came out from a few mere minutes ago. Mike walked straight to Billie, and watched as the petite man nearly burst out in tears, his bottom lip quivering.
More money was collected on the stage, around the smaller’s red heels as Mike twirled the singer around and brought him into a passionate kiss, Billie‘s hands coming to rest upon the bassists neck, one in which made Billie forget where and why he was here. Mike’s large fingers undid the red lacey corset as they kissed and Billie pressed his hips into Mike’s as if it would create a shield of love around the pair.
One that nobody could compete with.
“I’m sorry,” Billie whispered in the blonde’s ear as the red corset fell to the stage. The half naked singer wished this was all over, that he could go back home with Mike and everything would be fine again, but nothing ever works like that. Red had to finish his performance.
Those luscious green eyes said everything, from lust to apology as Billie pushed on Mike’s head, signaling him to drop to his knees. The men’s screams and moans were louder in the club, and more money littered around the two aroused men on stage. Mike’s teeth bit the fabric of the red lacey bottoms and pulled them down, the man’s hard on revealed.
It was then that Billie’s tears surfaced and fell down his cheeks. Mike rose and picked the man up as the curtain that hid the stage fell as well, separating the crowd and the two men. “Mikey, promise me that I’ll never have to do this again,” Billie whispered through his sobs, tightening his legs around Mike’s hips.
Mike nodded and wiped away the tears with his thumb. “Billie, I promise. Can I take you home?”
Billie whispered out a yes and Mike set him back down on his red six inch heels to retrieve his clothing from the stage, even if it wasn’t much, it was better than wearing nothing at all. Slipping on the bottoms, Billie weakly smiled as Mike slipped the corset around him again and re-laced it. Both men bent down to pick up the money that had been thrown on stage, stuffing as much as they could into Mike’s pockets.
“I’m sorry,” Billie whispered again as Mike picked him up bridal style and carried him out of the club and into his car. Earning a small smile from Adie as Mike set Billie down in the passenger seat.
Pairing; Billie Joe and Mike Dirnt
Rating; PG-13, maybe light R
Word Count; 815
Disclaimer; I only own the words.
Preview; Adie watched the singer as he strutted around the room in a pair of red six inch heels.
Note; For my prompt table. [#15 red high heels.]
Adie watched the singer as he strutted around the room in a pair of red six inch heels. His nerves were starting to uproot themselves and bleed through his skin as he waited for his name to be called. Even though she knew he was only doing this because he had to, Adrienne felt trapped. Caught between wanting to bring him back to her place and letting him do this for living, seeing as he’d lost everything; his boyfriend, their band and his friends, except for Adie.
“And now we’d like to introduce our lovely new monkey boy, Red.”
Billie strutted out and immediately came face to face with the reality. The petite man felt like running off the stage and crying in the bathroom. But he knew there wasn’t a way out of this. He didn’t want this, but it was the only thing he could do, nobody wanted to hire a high school dropout and the money he’d made from being in Green Day was gone, all spent on vodka, cocaine and the occasional whore.
Walking towards the end of the stage, the dance music he’d picked came on as he twirled himself the pole, feeling those hungry eyes watch his every move. Dollar bills were tossed on the stage, and some of the men waited, flashing their twenty’s and hundred dollar bills in the air. He leapt onto the pole, his hands reaching below his ass and flipping his legs to hook around the top, as he slowly slid down, his back hitting the ground softly.
The small man detached himself from the gold pole and crawled his way over to the side of the stage, where those men were waiting for him. Nearly purring at him. Remnants of hoots and hollers were all he could hear in the back of his mind. But as the hands started shoving money into the lacy bottom of his outfit, Billie came back to reality, the strangers touches sticking to him like glue. Hands were grabbing at anything they could through the corset and bottoms. Red, however, was loving the attention from the strangers and was nearly rock hard.
“Now now now, we have a new little bit for our new guy. Can we have Michael Dirnt to the stage?”
Billie’s jaw nearly dropped as Mike, his ex, came from behind the curtains, the same ones that he’d came out from a few mere minutes ago. Mike walked straight to Billie, and watched as the petite man nearly burst out in tears, his bottom lip quivering.
More money was collected on the stage, around the smaller’s red heels as Mike twirled the singer around and brought him into a passionate kiss, Billie‘s hands coming to rest upon the bassists neck, one in which made Billie forget where and why he was here. Mike’s large fingers undid the red lacey corset as they kissed and Billie pressed his hips into Mike’s as if it would create a shield of love around the pair.
One that nobody could compete with.
“I’m sorry,” Billie whispered in the blonde’s ear as the red corset fell to the stage. The half naked singer wished this was all over, that he could go back home with Mike and everything would be fine again, but nothing ever works like that. Red had to finish his performance.
Those luscious green eyes said everything, from lust to apology as Billie pushed on Mike’s head, signaling him to drop to his knees. The men’s screams and moans were louder in the club, and more money littered around the two aroused men on stage. Mike’s teeth bit the fabric of the red lacey bottoms and pulled them down, the man’s hard on revealed.
It was then that Billie’s tears surfaced and fell down his cheeks. Mike rose and picked the man up as the curtain that hid the stage fell as well, separating the crowd and the two men. “Mikey, promise me that I’ll never have to do this again,” Billie whispered through his sobs, tightening his legs around Mike’s hips.
Mike nodded and wiped away the tears with his thumb. “Billie, I promise. Can I take you home?”
Billie whispered out a yes and Mike set him back down on his red six inch heels to retrieve his clothing from the stage, even if it wasn’t much, it was better than wearing nothing at all. Slipping on the bottoms, Billie weakly smiled as Mike slipped the corset around him again and re-laced it. Both men bent down to pick up the money that had been thrown on stage, stuffing as much as they could into Mike’s pockets.
“I’m sorry,” Billie whispered again as Mike picked him up bridal style and carried him out of the club and into his car. Earning a small smile from Adie as Mike set Billie down in the passenger seat.