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Don't Blink	By : pols4elijah Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 1215 -:- 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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Can’t breath…

Trè’s breath comes out in short, quick gasps. Looking around him, all he sees are tall walls built from grey brick; looming over his small figure and surrounding him. He sits in the corner of his small prison and shakes with fear; small tears brimming at his eye lids as he feels his chest tighten. He tries to grip at the floor in a bid to calm his nerves but the surface is too smooth and all Trè can do is sit and pray that somebody comes to save him.

“Please…let me out! I’m begging you! Please…” he cries, a small glimmer of hope within him dying as nobody replies.

Shit…

Suddenly, a loud rumble erupts below Trè’s body, his head snapping to the direction of the floor as the frightening sound reaches his ears. Trè freezes, waiting for something he doesn’t want to happen. After a few seconds, there’s a sudden loud crashing sound from above him and Trè screams, hiding his face in his arms as small fragments of brick fall to his feet. The sounds grows louder and, daring to peek and eye out from behind his arm, Trè’s heart stops as he realises the walls are closing in around him.

In a panic, Trè stands and thumbs at each wall with his fists, crying loudly for somebody to come and save him.

Closing in around me…can’t breath, need air…have to get out! Help me!

He feels the hot tears dripping down his face, along with the burning pain in his chest as he struggles to breath. He’s losing strength and the walls edge closer and closer together.

Darkness…no air to breath, just darkness…

***

“Help me please!!” Trè screams, his body jerking upright.

His hands are clenched tightly at the bed sheets beneath his and his chest heaves up and down, his breathing fast and erratic. For a moment, Trè remains where he is as his mind puts together what just happened. As the dream clicks in his brain, Trè lets out a shaky sigh and runs a hand through his sweat-drenched hair.

“Fuck…” he whispers.

***

“Mike, please…”
“Come on, Trè! I promise, you’ll be OK. Part of fighting your fear is facing it, right?” says Mike, standing with a hand delicately perched on his hip.
The two men are standing by the elevators in the local mall. It is early evening so they’re pretty much alone, only a few amount of shops left open. The only reason the two young men had access to the mall, was because it would often be left open for people to use as a shortcut to the movies or local train station, rather than use too much energy by walking the longer way up the high street. Trè and Mike are due to meet a friend, Billie Joe Armstrong, at the top floor so they can catch a late movie.

“I guess so. But…can we not just take the long route?” Trè asks quietly, shifting on his feet uncomfortably.

Mike sighs and places a gently takes Trè’s hand in his own, rubbing his thumb in reassuring little circles. Trè gasps a little at the gesture and looks Mike in the eyes; those icy blue eyes where he sees trust and truthfulness. But beyond that, Trè sees something else. It is an unfamiliar spark and it flashes brightly as the two hands innocently brush against each other.

Suddenly, the drummer is knocked out of his wave of thought as the loud ping signals the arrival of the elevator. Mike briefly glances at the door as it opens slowly and gives Trè another smile before pulling him swiftly into the elevator. Trè almost lets out a yelp as he’s yanked into the small space, not fully realising yet just where Mike has lead him.

His breathing quickens a little as Mike reaches past him to press the highest button on the panel; the feeling of both the tightness surrounding him steadily and Mike’s hand brushing his arm.

The doors slowly close and Tr è feels an all too familiar and unwelcome fear begin to spread through him at a painfully slow rate, like blood seeping from a wound. He closes his eyes and swallows as the elevator bumps a little and begins its journey to the top floor.

Just then, Trè feels a soft and feather light touch at his cheek. He bravely opens his eyes and finds himself trapped in that light shade of blue once again.

“You just have to stay calm, OK?” Mike says, smiling.

Trè nods as Mike removes his hand and lets it drop by his side, before playfully nudging Trè in the ribs with his knuckles.

“You just have to breathe. Come on. In…”

Mike takes a deep breath through his nose, still keeping his eyes on Trè, who can’t help but laugh a little nervously.

“...and out!”

Mike lets out his breath with a happy sigh, making Trè laugh again. The dark cloud that was fear is slowly fading away from Trè’s system; a warm feeling banishing his anxiety and making him forget that he’s in a confined space as he watches Mike.

He joins in Mike’s suggestion, smiling at himself as he takes in a deep breath simultaneously to his friend in front of him.

“In…and ou-”

Suddenly, there’s a low rumble and the two friends are plunged into darkness. Trè’s eyes flicker around him as his body freezes with fear, panic settling in again. The lights return almost as quickly as they’d gone, flickering and buzzing faintly above them. But Trè is at a loss of what to do. He slowly starts to panic and looks all around himself, silently praying for a way out of this Hell.

It’s only when he feels a light pull at his wrist that Trè snaps out of his panic-induced spell. He quickly turns his head back in front of him and gasps, realising just how close Mike is getting to him. He’d actually almost forgotten that he wasn’t alone.

The two friends stare at one another; blue merging with blue and it’s then, where something clicks in Trè’s brain and he realises just why he’d been feeling all of these mixed emotions about Mike: Mike makes him whole, makes him feel loved.

Mike says nothing and simply moves forward one more inch, tingling slightly as he feels Trè’s warm yet shaky breath against his lips.

Even as Mike moves in and lightly kisses the corner of his mouth, Trè keeps his vision ahead, not daring to blink as he’s flooded once again by emotions; slight fear, shock, happiness…

Mike moves then to look Trè in the eyes once again, subconsciously moving the hand by Trè’s wrist up and down the drummer’s arm soothingly. He can sense how tense his friend’s become and he wants to help abolish it and make it disappear for good.

He moves forward again, this time catching Trè’s mouth with his own and smoothly running his tongue over the chapped lips. Trè’s eyes flutter and quickly close as Mike kisses him again, his breathing slowing down yet still tensed. He immediately parts his mouth when Mike asks him and kisses back.

After a few seconds, Mike tilts his head up and pulls away from the kiss, gasping for air. Trè does the same and looks up at his friend through half-open eyelids, heavy with a new kindled lust. He smiles a little, leaning in as Mike rubs up and down at his shoulders and moves in to brush their noses together.

As Mike’s hands move to cup his face, Trè plants a light kiss on his palm before looking up into Mike’s blue gems once again; his own eyes wide and innocent like a young puppy’s. It’s a silent message between the two; one of understanding and acknowledgement.

“I think I have feelings for you…”

Mike smiles softly at his friend and nods slowly.

“I have for you too, for a long time…”

Both men move in again then, faster this time. Their lips collide and they kiss madly, each craving for more and fighting for dominance. Hands sprawl everywhere they can find, exploring previously unmarked territory. Trè proves too weak for his companion and allows Mike to push him against the wall of the elevator roughly.
As the pair kiss, Mike moves his hands underneath Trè’s shirt, grabbing it at the edges and desperately pulling it up. Trè gasps as Mike pulls away from him and he lifts up his arms to help Mike get rid of the shirt.

As Mike throws the unwanted garment to the floor, he stares at his companion and watches as Trè’s eyes flicker madly in anticipation. A small smile tugs on his lips and he rubs his hands up the drummer’s toned chest, hoping to soothe away any remaining fear.

His own eyes move downward, taking in just how beautiful Trè looks right now; small beads of sweat delicately running down his light skin, his eyes bright and eccentric in the dark; the oceanic blue swirling and dancing before him. Their gaze meets again as Mike lifts his head back up, his hands resting at the waistband of Trè’s jeans. Trè looks down at Mike’s hand and can’t help but smile a little, letting out a small and shaky breath. Mike moves in closer then, planting small kisses to the back of Trè’s ear.

“Turn around for me, baby…” he whispers.

Mike’s request spoken low in his ear sends shivers down his spine and he can’t stifle a low groan if he even tried, especially as he feels Mike’s hands take a grip at his hips. He nods dumbly and turns, pressing his face against the graffiti-covered wall of the elevator and almost all of his fears from before fizzle and disappear from his mind as Mike’s hands explore lower South.

He groans as Mike rubs against his clothed erection, unashamedly rocking a little and pressing himself into his friend’s palm.

“Oh…Mike, yes…”

Mike kisses the back of Trè’s neck gently and focuses all of his will into his hand, gripping harder as Trè moves against it. After a few more strokes, Mike slowly unfastens the fly at Trè’s jeans with one hand and forces the other to unfasten the button just above. Job done, Mike pulls the jeans past Trè’s slender hips before letting them drop so that they pool at the drummer’s ankles.

Trè doesn’t make a move to kick away his trousers, staying glued to the ground and Mike touches him and not daring to loose contact for any given second. Suddenly, Mike pulls away and Trè can’t hear the faint sound of rustling and guess that Mike’s taking off his shirt. Curious, the drummer turns and proves himself correct; Mike leaning over him shirtless. He leans heavily against the wall and watches as the bass player’s chest rises and falls quickly with his ragged breathing, the wondrous sight making his stomach twirl.

Without a word, Mike moves forward again and latches his lips at Trè’s neck, continuing his actions from before as he sucks and bites teasingly at the skin. Trè whispers his partner’s name over and over again and the tidal wave of pleasure is slowly building up inside of him; ready to crush him at any given moment.

Neither of the men notices the small thud as the elevator kicks into motion again.

**

On the top floor of the mall, Billie Joe Armstrong is stood waiting by the elevators. He sighs as he grows even more impatient; his two friends already over half an hour late.

“Fuckers…what the hell is keeping them? Fucking…pissing me off, those two.” He grumbles, pressing the call button hard.

Billie Joe kicks a little at the floor as he searches his pockets for a cigarette and, within a few seconds, he’s found one. Just then, the elevator signals its arrival with a ping just as the raven haired man fishes the white stick out of his trouser pocket. He hears the doors open and looks up, not at all prepared for the sight that welcomed him.

His two best friends making out right in front of him.

Trè’s groans are the first thing to hit his senses and the singer self-consciously takes a step back, the sounds hitting him and forcing their ways into his ears.

Billie manages to open his mouth, a loud squeak all he can manage as the alien sight of his two friend getting it on is slowly edging itself into Billie’s brain.

“Guys?!”

The familiar voice makes Trè jolt, suddenly taking a hold of Mike’s hips and pushing him away.

“Billie!” he yelps.

Mike jumps too and swirls his head around to see his closest friend standing before him. He’s suddenly aware of how this must look and his cheeks fade to a shade of crimson.

“What the fuck, you two?” Billie barks, shocked and now almost angry at the same time.

He turns and starts to walk away quickly, taking deeper drags at his cigarette as he goes.

“Billie, man wait!” Trè calls after him, hastily pulling his jeans back up and fastening them with ease as he stumbles out of the elevator.

Suddenly though, the drummer stops as something hits his brain hard; he hadn’t been afraid…

He slowly turns back around to face Mike, who steps out of the elevator with a confident smile on his face.

“You gotten over your fear?” he asks, his eyes flashing as he pulls his shirt back over his head.

Trè chuckles a little at Mike’s words.

“You…you made me forget, Mike. I wasn’t scared back there…”
“I knew you wouldn’t be. You have to know, Trè. I’m always going to be here, for you, you know? There’s no need to be afraid anymore…”

With that, Mike quickly moves closer and catches Trè’s lips in a kiss. Trè sighs lightly against Mike’s lips as they pull apart, his eyelids drooping.

“Thank you.” he whispers. “I guess…I guess we’d better go explain that to Billie, huh?”
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