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Tragic Case of Reality	By : Lewainam Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 1781 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Green Day. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Tragic Case of Reality
Author: Lowdownbeat …. Or Great Briton
Rating: NC-17 !!
Pairing: Billie Joe/Mike, Billie Joe/Adrienne
Summary: Mike has a problem and needs Billie’s help. Billie helps but at what eventual cost?! OMG!
Disclaimer: I do not own anybody. Especially any member of Green Day. So…please don’t get mad at me. Everything I write is a lie. This never happened and will never happen. L
Notes: A bit of a need for pain from Mike, if you don’t like that stuff…eh. Its not too bad in this here story.

“So you’ve been together for about fifteen years now. I would like to ask what has kept you guys together for so long while other bands have fallen by the wayside?” the interviewer asked with a smile plastered on her face. Billie Joe looked down in thought and picked at the knee of his pants.

“The sex is still great,” Mike said with a smile that he quickly hid behind his hand. Tre pulled Billie Joe close in the spirit of the joke. Billie smiled along with them but eyed Mike closely.

Mike didn’t seem to notice and had quickly adopted a more sober face and answered the question seriously. Tre’s hold on Billie loosened slowly but he didn’t take his hand away entirely. It still hung around Billie’s shoulder as if for comfort. Billie didn’t listen to Mike’s answer or give one of his own for the question. Tre injected his own brand of answer but Billie didn’t laugh along with the others. He was suddenly too caught up in memories only a couple hours old and still fresh in his mind.

The interview seemed to last an eternity. Billie Joe couldn’t take part in the antics of Tre and Mike as they played off each other. They liked to throw interviewers off and screw with them by giving as many bullshit answers to a question as they could before the person finally gave up and moved on to the next question. It usually was amusing and Billie liked to watch the interviewer, this case a woman, squirm and glare as they tried to do their job with little success. But Billie didn’t take part, not this time.

Billie thought about his wife. He answered a question absently as he thought about her smile. He hadn’t seen her in a couple days or so. Even though she and the kids came along with them on tour it didn’t mean they saw a whole lot of each other still. He thought about Joseph and Jakob. He would do anything to be with them right at that moment instead. But even if he walked out on this interview he wouldn’t be able to find them. They were out in the city with their mom, seeing the sights, he guessed.

Billie ran a hand through his hair and looked over his shoulder as if he could find a way out. Tre’s fingers tightened on his shoulder. Billie could see the tan flesh in the bottom of his vision but he ignored it. Turning back around, he answered the question that was asked. He didn’t know how he answered it because the moment it was asked he forgot what the question was.

Mike and Tre’s humor began to wear off and questions were being answered with a straight face. The woman seemed to take notice and frowned at the trio. Billie felt flushed and could only see the black of the eyeliner surrounding his eyes. The woman hesitated before she asked her next question about the tour life and why they decided to extend the American leg of this American Idiot Tour. Her eyes locked on Billie’s and he couldn’t come up with any kind of answer. He tried to think of why they were touring and couldn’t.

His mind reeled in multiple directions. He felt sick. Billie couldn’t even comprehend at that moment having to tour for another six months. Not like this. Mike’s hand twitched toward Billie but he didn’t allow it to move. Tre slowly turned his face toward Billie with concern in his eyes. Mike grabbed the interviewer’s attention by answering the question.

Billie Joe couldn’t take his mind off his wife or his kids. And at the same time he couldn’t stop thinking about Mike. About earlier. About pretty much the past seventeen or more years. Why everything was crashing down inside of him at this moment he couldn’t say, but it was.

Maybe it had to do with guilt or maybe it had to do with trust. Maybe it just had to do with him being a fucked up bastard.

With Tre’s strong hand on his shoulder Billie made it through the interview without major incident. By the time the woman finally said her goodbyes Billie felt like his head was going to explode. His stomach lurched and he couldn’t calm his nerves.

As soon as he had a chance Tre guided Billie to a more secluded room. Mike followed on their heels. His arms were crossed in front of his chest with his fingers tight on his own skin.

“You just need to sit down and take a rest,” Tre said softly. It always amazed Billie how he went from the hyper child that seemed to be strung out on five different drugs at once to a solid rock of a man who knew exactly what to do.

“Yeah,” Billie answered and let himself be settled down onto a hard plastic chair. He felt embarrassed even though this sort of thing has happened before. It wasn’t the first time he’d started to have panic attack. His arms were weak and his fingers trembled so he balled them into fists and put them between his legs. He felt like a child again. Weak and defenseless.

Tre left his side and returned a moment later with a glass of water. Billie shook his head at it, not because he wasn’t thirsty, but because he didn’t think he could hold the glass. Instead he focused more on steadying his breathing.

It wasn’t an answer Tre was willing to accept. He frowned and looked up at Mike standing behind Billie. A hand ran through Billie’s hair from the back and his eyes closed against his will. Then that hand grabbed the glass from Tre. Billie didn’t look at the man as he circled around to stand in front of him. He watched the star tattoo on his wrist that led to hand holding the glass, but he didn’t look at anything else. Goosebumps ran down his body and he shivered.

There was no sound in the room. Silence was so rare between the three it seemed now that it was there nobody knew how to break it.

Mike held onto the glass and glanced at Tre. There must have been something unspoken in that glance because Tre slowly and quietly left the room with one last pat to Billie’s shoulder.

“Drink this, Billie,” Mike said once Tre was gone. Billie lifted his eyes until he could see Mike’s face. His blue eyes were bright and his recently dyed dark hair framed his face. Billie missed the blond hair, but he’d never tell Mike that. “Billie.”

Billie reached out a shaky hand and took the glass. The water sloshed dangerously inside the glass and before it fell Mike grabbed it. He smiled softly and put the glass to Billie’s lips. Billie brought his hand up to the glass to help and his fingers rested on top of Mike’s, who’s fingers were long and slim. He could feel the bone underneath the skin. Their eyes met over the glass as Billie drank.

“I’m sorry,” Mike said into the silence. Billie tore his eyes away from Mike’s and pushed the glass away from him. Mike held the now empty glass and watched Billie without expression.

“For what?” Billie asked.

This time Mike looked away. He stared at the floor and then put the glass down next to his foot. Billie knew what Mike was talking about but he didn’t like to talk about it. They’ve made it through all this time without ever really bringing the subject up in conversation, why start now?

Mike stepped closer and knelt in front of Billie. He moved to put a hand on Billie’s thigh but changed his mind and grabbed Billie’s hand.

Billie immediately began thinking about everything they’d been through. He knew what Mike was probably about to say and he didn’t want to hear it.

“Billie, I know--”

“Don’t say anything,” Billie cut Mike’s words off. He pulled his hand away from Mike’s and curled it back into a fist between his legs. Mike’s eyes looked hurt but Billie figured he deserved it.

“But, Billie Joe, you‘re--” Mike started.

“Mike!” Billie said it roughly and it cut Mike off again.

“Are you sure?” Mike asked.

Billie reached forward and ran a finger around a strand of Mike’s dark hair. Mike smiled up at him and Billie smiled back. His heart twisted tightly in his chest. Billie couldn’t let go of Mike but it tore him up inside. He thought about Adrienne.

Mike leaned up and kissed Billie softly.

“Thank you,” Mike whispered. Billie closed his eyes and Mike hugged him tightly. Billie needed the comfort. This is what Mike gave him. This is why he needed him.

********************

Earlier that day:

Hotels. Hotels. Hotels.

Mike loved hotels. There was always coffee and there were always random anonymous things to break. And random anonymous people’s rooms to knock on at eight in the morning. He figured if he had to be up at this unholy hour then everyone else should have to get up as well.

His fist landed on yet another door and he quietly laughed as he quickened his pace down the hallway. Doorways were opening behind him as he made it to the elevator. A man’s head ducked out and looked down the hallway at him. Mike smiled and waved at the man. He pushed the button to call for the elevator.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?”

Mike kept his smile on his face and stepped into the elevator. The doors closed quietly, shutting Mike in alone. He let his smile fade and lost the humor in waking everybody in the hotel up. He pressed his floor and stared at the walls of the elevator as it made its ascent. He took a sip from the coffee in the warm cup he was holding.

Then he yawned into his fist and wished the elevator would hurry. He wasn’t sleeping again. It was hard sometimes, Mike didn’t really understand it. He just knew that these periods hit when he just couldn’t find rest anywhere. That’s why he was up wandering around the hotel grounds. There was no need for him to have been up until about noon.

The elevator doors slid open and he stepped out and looked either way down the hallway. Nobody in sight and not a sound to be heard. He contemplated continuing his door knocking rampage but decided against. This was the floor he, Billie Joe, and Tre were on. No need to start trouble here.

Mike didn’t go to his room. There was nothing for him in that room. Instead he knocked softly on his next door neighbor. He tapped his foot nervously as he waited for a response on the other side. He took a gulp of coffee this time and wished he hadn’t as the hot coffee seared down his throat.

He was in the middle of making one of the craziest faces of his life when Billie Joe opened the door wide. Mike stilled his features and smiled. Billie didn’t smile back. He glared at Mike with eyes that looked heavy and tired.

Billie Joe didn’t say anything but moved himself out of the doorway as an invite for Mike to come in. Mike did so without hesitation. He stepped into the room which was actually two rooms joined together by an open doorway. Because Billie had Adrienne and his kids along with him. Mike scanned the room and saw a cluttered mess of toys in the corner. He frowned at them and wished this wasn’t how it was. Adrienne and Billie’s kids would be gone today. He wished he didn’t need this. He jumped at the sound of the door closing behind him.

Billie Joe shuffled into the room and Mike could feel his presence behind him. He wondered what was going through Billie’s head. He wondered if this would be the last time. Mike always wondered if it would be the last time and it scared the shit out of him.

“Can’t sleep again?” Billie asked quietly. His voice was rough and deeper from sleep. Mike looked down at the coffee in his hands and nodded. Billie would see the action. He didn’t need to speak.

Billie walked past him and to a desk in the corner of the room. The desk was covered with papers and other random toys. Mike watched Billie slowly start to put the papers into a neater pile. One of the papers Billie stopped at and seemed to read for second or two then he scribbled something onto it. Mike didn’t ask what they were. Lyrics or something else, he didn’t care.

“Take off your shirt,” Billie said absently as he organized. Mike’s eyes sharpened at the words and he quickly obeyed. He set his coffee on the bedside table and pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor. Mike could already feel his heart pace speeding up and his fingers tapped against his thighs in anticipation.

Billie Joe finally finished with his task and turned to look at Mike. He let his eyes move up and down Mike’s body, which made Mike shiver. But then behind Billie, Mike saw something. Adrienne’s purse. He frowned and narrowed his eyes.

“Billie, isn’t that Adrienne’s bag?” Mike asked. He immediately wished he could take it back. He’d never mentioned Billie’s wife once this had begun before.

Billie’s lip twitched as he turned and looked at it. He shrugged as if it didn’t bother him and turned back to face Mike. “She knows. She forgot it. But she doesn’t need it.” Billie said the words as if it didn’t hurt him but Mike could see something in his eyes. Those green orbs couldn’t hide everything.

Mike crossed an arm over his chest and looked down at his discarded shirt. If he was a good person he’d just pick it up and leave. Pick it up and leave. The words repeated in his head but his body never moved. He couldn’t form thought into action.

Billie crossed the room and put his bare foot down on Mike’s shirt. Mike looked up from it into Billie’s eyes. Green and dark with an underlying menace.

“You’re not leaving,” Billie said simply. Mike stared into those menacing eyes and nodded slowly.

Billie suddenly pulled Mike’s face down until their lips met. It was hard and rough. Billie’s fingers were tight in Mike’s hair and his lips were demanding. Mike grinned through the kiss as Billie put a hand flat on his chest and pushed him until Mike’s back was pressed against the wall, which was cool against his flesh.

Billie broke away from the kiss and turned Mike around. A strong hand held Mike against the wall, his cheek pressed against that cool surface. His breathing was harsh and fast, excited and thrilled that he hadn’t fucked everything up and that Billie would still do this for him.

The warm hand left his back for a brief moment as Billie took off his own shirt. Then he leaned in close and hot skin touched hot skin. A hand slid up Mike’s back and into his hair. Fingers digging into his scalp and then tangling them into a fist. Mike gasped as Billie pulled his head back by his hair. It sent a jolt down his body and Mike pressed his hips harder into the wall.

Billie put his lips to Mike’s shoulder blade and his other hand slid around Mike’s body to move over his exposed neck and down his chest. It was a slow movement and Mike’s breathing grew heavier the lower Billie’s hand traveled.

Teeth scraped against Mike’s skin. Fingers dug deeper into his hair. Mike closed his eyes and groaned with the feelings. Billie’s hand stopped just short of his waistband which made Mike groan again.

Billie pushed Mike’s head forward until his forehead was pressed against the wall and he could look down. The only thing he could see was his own chest and Billie’s hand slowly unbuttoning his pants. Fingers loosened and then released his hair and Mike sighed with the loss. The fingers slid down his neck and grabbed his shoulder, making sure he didn’t move.

Mike pressed back as much as he thought he’d be allowed to and Billie’s hips molded against Mike’s ass. He couldn’t hear Billie’s breathing over his own but he felt it hitting his back in hot puffs. Mike closed his eyes just to force himself to open them wide to watch Billie’s hand. That’s what this position was about. To watch this.

The button popped open and Mike saw the fingers move with ease to pull the zipper down. Then the star tattoo on Billie’s wrist caught is attention and he watched it as it moved. The star moved down and hot fingers rested against Mike’s abdomen. The star moved down farther and fingers on his shoulder tightened. Mike wanted to press his hips into the wall harder to help with the tension but the star pulled and held him away from the wall.

Billie’s breath was closer. Mike could feel the moisture from it on his back. He could feel the heat of Billie and wished he’d move even closer but he didn’t.

His pants were tugged on a bit to lower them and his boxers were moved as well to release his cock. Mike bit his lip with the return of Billie’s teeth dragging across his skin.

That star moved slowly and intentionally around Mike’s cock but never touched. Even the fingers slid around but never touched. Mike slid his own hands up the wall and his fingers tried to dig into the surface but it wouldn’t give. Billie was waiting for him. Waiting for Mike to give him what he needed to continue. Mike always waited until the pleasure was almost a pain before he gave it though.

Fingers on his shoulder gripped harder and Billie’s nails began to pierce into his skin. The sharp pain went straight to Mike’s cock. He had to release his lip from his teeth or he’d cut it open. Instead his teeth grinded together while he watched Billie’s other hand move underneath his cock to his balls. Mike’s eyes wanted to close from the sensation but he wouldn’t let them. It was a battle to keep them open but he did it. His body squirmed against Billie’s and he tried to move into wall again but Billie jerked him back by the shoulder and then let him move back to his previous position.

“Billie,” Mike whispered through his teeth. A tongue crept between Billie’s caressing teeth and licked a piece of Mike’s spine. Mike shivered and his own hands came to rest on top of his head. Fingers balled into fists with the effort of not touching. Not touching Billie and not touching himself. “Billie…please…” his voice was barely even a whisper. It was so quiet he could only hope Billie heard it.

That star moved up and Mike watched it beside the base of his cock. It was an image he’d probably never get out of his head for as long as he lived. Then the star disappeared as Billie’s fingers wrapped around his cock one by aching one. Mike’s eyes slammed shut and he groaned. His ass pushed against Billie’s crotch. Billie’s hard on pressed tightly against him through the fabric of their pants.

Billie’s fingers were done waiting and Mike groaned again when they started jerking him off. It was fast and hard, no slow movements in this. Billie grunted behind Mike and repositioned himself, his body pressing into Mike’s in every way imaginable.

“Open your eyes,” Billie demanded suddenly and Mike did. His eyes shot open and he gasped. Billie’s hand was pumping quickly over his cock. His arm bumped against Mike’s hip with each motion and that added to the whole sensation of it.

Mike couldn’t stop his hips from moving with Billie’s hand. His mouth fell open because he couldn’t keep it shut any longer. His jaw had lost all motor skills. Gasps and grunts were escaping him that he just couldn’t hold back. He moved closer to orgasm and Billie began gripping tighter on his shoulder. He pushed him into the wall even further. Mike’s neck ached and his arms were cramped from the tension of holding his muscles still but the pain was something he wanted. Something he needed.

The sounds of heavy breathing, skin slapping on skin, and grunts were all that filled Mike’s hearing. Nothing in the world existed at that moment but them. This moment and with the pleasure and the pain and Billie.

It all built up and was suddenly so much to handle. Too much. One of Mike’s hands reached around and wrapped behind Billie and held him tight against his back as he came with a shout. Billie grunted in surprise of Mike’s hand but didn’t hesitate by slipping his hand back into Mike’s hair and pulling his head back again. Mike groaned loudly and his breath hissed through his extended neck. His hips bucked into Billie’s hand with a few final thrusts.

Mike’s muscles seemed to be over worked. He shook all over and he could only see the ceiling so he shut his eyes tight and focused on the pleasure that was still coursing through his body. His legs trembled underneath him but Billie did not let him loose.

Instead he pushed him against the wall again and grabbed the hand Mike hadn’t been able to control. Billie then grabbed Mike’s other hand and brought them together behind his back. Billie’s presence disappeared then and but Mike didn’t have enough energy to care enough to see what was going on. So he stood with is forehead against the wall and hands behind his back, pants barely holding onto his hips and dick spent but still hanging out on its own.

Then Billie’s fingers were back and strong while he guided a fabric between Mike’s wrists. Then the fabric slid over and around and then Billie tied it off until Mike’s hands were securely tied together. He frowned against the wall and tested the restraints.

Billie grabbed Mike’s shoulder and turned him around so they were facing each other. Billie was there looking up at him with those green menacing eyes. A corner of his mouth upturned in a wicked grin and he was completely naked. Mike let his eyes wander down Billie’s body and he tested the fabric holding his hands again. Whatever this was going to be, he wouldn’t be able to touch.

Billie stepped closer and slid a hand around Mike’s head and pulled him down for a kiss. This one was smoother and deeper then the first one. Billie pushed his tongue into Mike’s mouth and took his time. Then he lightly bit Mike’s lip before pushing him down to his knees.

Mike almost immediately fell over for lack of balance when he got to his knees but Billie put a steadying hand on his shoulder. Then that hand slid slowly into Mike’s hair, running through the locks without pulling. It was just easy encouragement, but Mike wasn’t in need of any.

He leaned forward and ran his tongue over the head of Billie’s dick. The massaging of his hair stopped and Billie let his hand rest on the back his skull.

Mike wanted to go slow but he didn’t have much choice. His hands were tied behind his back which allowed Billie to have most of the control. He began to guide Mike with the hand on the back of his skull. The rhythm moved faster and faster. Mike looked up at Billie who had his head thrown back and eyes closed.

The faster Mike went the harder he found it got. He felt like he was losing his balance. Billie seemed oblivious and tightened his grip in Mike’s hair. Mike kept his eyes up at Billie’s face though. He let his eyes wander down to Billie’s exposed neck and he groaned. He found it exciting and wished he could touch Billie. His fingers itched to run across skin. Mike’s wrists ached and he tried to get loose of the fabric but it wasn’t happening.

Veins pushed against the skin of Billie’s neck and he tensed. His fingers straightened in Mike’s hair and an undistinguishable sound crept out of Billie’s throat. Mike groaned again and his own body tensed in anticipation.

He swallowed everything as Billie came. His tongue ran along the length of Billie’s cock and with that Billie’s body shook and the tension released. His fingers flexed against Mike’s scalp and he pulled his hand away. Mike pulled his mouth away and looked down at the ground. He tried to work the cramps out of his arms.

Billie left him there on his knees while he went back to the bed and picked up his pants. Mike looked up from the floor and watched Billie dress himself in silence. It was always silent afterward. Billie didn’t talk much concerning it and Mike liked it that way. Billie tossed his hair about with his hands and then looked over his shoulder at Mike.

Mike waited quietly and eagerly. Something about waiting. Something about having Billie controlling the situation eased some need in Mike.

Billie turned back to the bed and picked up his belt. He slowly slid it into the belt loops around his waist and then buckled it. Then Billie looked around for a moment and then turned back to Mike.

He moved and knelt down behind Mike and began to untie his wrists. Mike let his head fall as the pain from loosening muscles crept up his arms. Once it was loose he just let his arms fall to his sides and took a deep breath.

Billie stood up and walked over to a suitcase he had and tossed the fabric that had been holding Mike’s hands together into it. Mike smiled, it had been one of his ties. Billie grabbed a different tie and began to tie it around his collar.

He watched Mike for a moment of contemplation then he said with a nod to his bed, “Get some sleep, Mike.”

Mike nodded his head and straightened himself out. He pulled his pants back up and buttoned them closed. Then he eyed Billie to try and figure out what was going on inside his head. He wondered when the last time would be. As he saw the toys scattered around the room, he wondered if this had been the last time.

Mike was standing next to the bed with his hand on it when Billie came up next to him. He put a hand softly on Mike’s shoulder and smiled.

“It’s alright,” he said and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “Get some sleep.”

Mike smiled weakly back and nodded. He climbed onto the bed and let his head settle on to the pillow. It was as if he hadn’t slept for ages. His mind began to shut down and his eyes closed. Billie’s voice was soft and Mike couldn’t make out the words but it soothed him into sleep. This is what Billie gave him. This is why he needed him.

*****************

Later that night

The concert that night was brilliant. Billie felt everything went really smooth. The crowd loved it, he had a fantastic time out on stage.

He had gotten carried away in the moment and that everything that had happened with Mike that he had kissed the man on stage. But it wasn’t like him kissing guys on stage was a rare sight so he hoped nobody took too much notice.

Once they had gotten back onto the tour buses and out on the road Billie felt he could relax. He was exhausted and just wanted to sleep. The kids were already asleep and had been before Billie had gotten on the bus.

Adrienne was still awake and sitting up in the bed in the back, waiting for him. Billie smiled at her and began to undress himself for bed. She smiled back and watched him from the bed.

“How was your day?” he asked while fussing with his sock.

“Good. The kids had a great time. Thankfully they wore themselves out,” she said with a laugh. Billie loved her laugh. His smile brightened and he moved to the bed.

“I heard it was a good show tonight,” she said, running a hand through his hair.

Billie nodded and was suddenly thinking about the show. The only thing that began to stand out was his kissing Mike. He frowned and looked at Adrienne.

“Everything alright?” she asked.

Billie turned away from her and laid down in the bed. He nodded again. “Yeah,” he said. “Everything’s fine.”

They both settled down and Billie wrapped an arm around her as she drifted off to sleep. He stared at the wall and thought about Mike. It was a while before he got to sleep.

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