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Thanks Mike	By : rag3_and_lov3 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 1410 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know any of the people in this story. I have never met nor have any affiliation with the members of Green day. No profit or money is made from this, it is only for fun.

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THREE YEARS LATER

"mike."

"hmm?"

"MIKE!"

he snapped his book shut and stared at his green eyed boyfriend."what do you want billie joe?" he was becoming annoyed with the fact that every time they were together he was never able to finish his work. he was already bitched at once today for missing so many classes. billie pouted and looked down. it took all the strength mike had to stay firm and not give in to the pouting.

"can you rub my back?" billie mumbled still not looking up.

"billie if your trying to ask if we can fuck, all you have to do is grab my ass ill get the point." billie pouted more and glared at the bed. "mike please. that stupid caveman fucker shoved me against the lockers today then we practiced for three hours straight. just please help me." billie hated to beg or even ask mike to do anything like this but the pain was becoming overwhelming and it was becoming hard to breathe. mike let out a long sigh and shoved his history book to the floor. he scooted over so he could straddle billies thighs and slowly lifted his shirt. he made it up to the shoulders when he stopped and cringed. there was a bruise about the size of mikes fist spreading across billies left shoulder and it was turning from blue to a dark purple color. mike slowly lifted the shirt more and let it drop to the floor.

"fuck billie he left a mark. this might hurt." he only got a mumbled response before he pressed his fingers into billies back and slowly tried to work out the kinks and sores. every flinch or cringe billie gave would make mike more angry. not with billie, he could never be angry at billie, but with the stupid fucker who did this. it was always the same kid who would torture billie just to get a reaction from the smaller dreddlocked haired boy. they called him caveman because he was built like a fridge and stood at least a foot taller than mike. the football couch loved him so the bastard got away with whatever he wanted.why the fuck cant that little fucker leave him alone? he lays one more fucking finger on my billie, im pounding that fucker into the ground! lets see him be star quarterback then.mike was deep in his own angry thoughts that he didnt realize how hard he was pressing into billies back until he screamed. he pulled away quickly and listened to billies shaken breaths.

"billie? you ok? shit sorry i zoned out. i didnt mean to press that hard." he looked down and saw red finger tip sized marks all along the smooth pale skin. he moved himself off of billie and tried to see his face. billie wouldnt move his head to look at mike and his hands were balled into fist. mike felt disgusted by the fact he caused billie pain and tried to soothe the smaller boy. finally mike coaxed billie into his lap and billie tried to hide his tear soaked face. mike could still see the wetness on his face and he placed small kisses along billies neck and the back of his ear. billie was still tense in his arms so he gave up and decided for plan two. he lifted the smaller boy and carried him to the bathroom.

"take off your jeans and ill get the water warm." billie nodded and mike turned to set the water as warm as he could get. once satisfied he lifted his own shirt over his head and slid his jeans and boxers off in one quick swipe. he turned to see billie staring at the floor arms crossed and trembling. he pulled billie into the shower and turned him so his back was against the spray and slowly rubbed small circles into his shoulders. billie would cringe and groan but after a few minuets he slowly relaxed as mike started spreading soap around the sore areas. for a while mike thought billie had fallen asleep until billie finnaly spoke.

"mike your kinda poking me here." mike chuckled and kissed the top of billies head.

"its not my fault your over here moaning like a whore."

"shut up dirnt."

"slut"

"tease." mike pulled away and looked down at the smirking billie. he glanced around the shower for a moment.

"billie you see that razor over there?"

"yeah."

"keep back talking and im shaving you bare." billie cringed and put his hands protectively over his crotch.

"jesus mike, i hardly have any hair to begin with, why would you take away the only body hair i do have?" mike shrugged.

"maybe i like smooth skin." billie looke up at the razor then back at mike.

"grab the razor."

the next five minuets where the longest minuets billie had ever had in his whole 18 years of living. mike was careful and steady but every slide of the razor against his groin would send his nerves over the edge. finally after what seemed like years mike pulled away and rinsed the extra shaving cream off of billie.

"there, now your smooth everywhere." billie looked down and inspected mikes handy work. he was surprised at how well of a job mike did.

"hey billie?" he looked up at mike who was grinning.

"what?"

"it sorta makes you look bigger." he looked down again trying to see it from different angles.

"holy shit it does." he heard mike chuckle then he reached around and turned off the cooling water. he dragged billie out of the shower and wrapped him in a large towel then one around his own waist. they started walking back to the bedroom but stopped when they heard shuffling coming from inside the room. the only person it could be would be ollie looking for them or finding their pot that they left out and checking the room for more. mike slowly grabbed the door handle and flung the door open. nothing. the room was dimly lit from the desk lamp that was left on and nothing seemed to be missplaced. they stepped in and looked around.

"mike are we going crazy? do we smoke too much pot?"

"you can never smoke too much pot!" they jumped and turned to see tre standing in the closet doorway grinning like an idiot.

"sorry did i scare ya?" bllie was trying to catch his breath while mikes eyes bulged out of his skull.

"jesus fucking christ tre! what the fuck were you thinking? you scared the shit out of us!" tre chuckled and walked over to the bed.

"well sometimes you need a good scare. hey you guys wanna hang out? dads gone all weekend and the fridge is stocked with beer!"

billie caught his breath and stared at the drummer. "you came all the way over here, climbed through my window, and scared us shitless just so you could ask if we wanted to hang out in your empty beer filled house at 11:30? ok yeah lets go. mike you ready?" he glanced over at mike who was still looking between him and tre with a questioning glare.

"umm billie i got a bit of a problem that i sorta need to get rid of first." tre laughed and shook his head.

"are you kidding me? you had him in the shower and you didnt even jerk each other off or anything? ok fine tell you what, you keep it in your pants for five minuets and we can hangout in the pool. dad always keeps it heated and he has to add chemicals and shit to it on monday anyway." mike shrugged and started searching for clothes.

"well lets do this then!"
“Faster Mike!” The tall blond grunted and did as he was told, taking deep breaths and going as fast as his body would allow him. Tre was behind him laughing so hard his face was bright red with tears leaking from his eyes. The sight of a highly annoyed Mike Dirnt, stumbling down the dark sidewalk, with a giggling, fidgeting Billie Joe on his back, was enough to send the drummer into a fit of hysterics. Mike grunted again, hefting the smaller teen further up his back and cursed himself for smoking a pack of cigarettes in less than two days. Billie Joe giggled tightening his hold of the bassist, and leaving trails of wet kisses along Mikes neck. Finally reaching Tre's driveway, mike sat up letting Billie slide to his feet. Billie turned around taking in the sight of his boyfriend. Blond hair devilish, face pink and sweaty, and crystal blue eyes brighter than any blue he's ever seen.
Damn, He thought, hes fucking gorgeous like that. Tre caught up with them, still snickering and wiping tears from his eyes. Too out of breath to speak, he gestured towards the house.
Inside, bottles, papers, and various clothes were strewn across the floor. It was obvious the over active drummer had been alone for far too long. Said drummer, ran into the kitchen, returning with a box full of beer. He grinned, walking out to the patio and setting the box down close to the pool. He pulled his shirt off tossing it to the side and started working the buttons of his pants, the other two following his lead. Within minuets the three teens were sitting on the edge of the pool, feet dangling in the water, clad only in boxers, and drinking quietly, slowly feeling a pleasant buzz flowing through them. The bassist smiled, looking up. The night was free of clouds and bright sparkling stars littered across the sky.
“ I wonder what it would be like to fly.” He muttered more to himself.
Tre grinned. “Take a handful of acid mixed with Ecstasy and you'll feel like your flying.” The other two burst out laughing. Billie became suddenly serious. “Do you have any acid, Tre?” The drummer shook his head muttering something about eggplant being a dick. Mike chuckled. “Why would you buy from eggplant? Hes a fucking weirdo.”
“ Whatever, don’t you have something you should be doing? Like, I don’t know, fucking?” The bassist grinned. “ I could do that or I could throw short people into a pool.” Tre was about to come back with a witty comment when he was shoved into the pool. Billie fell to the side laughing while Mike watched Tre reemerge, sputtering water everywhere. He held up his now water deluded beer. “You fucktard, you ruined my beer!” Mike shook his head watching as Billie stood up taking a few steps back and jumped into the pool, splashing Tre in the process. He resurfaced giggling and sputtering, while Tre climbed out of the water reaching for another beer.
“ Fuck Tre, I thought you said the water was warm. Its fucking freezing!” He quickly climbed out, wrapping himself in a large beach towel. Shaking from head to toe, despite the warm August breeze.
The end of August, Billie thought, its almost September. Here comes the rain again...
Mike noticed the far away look in his boyfriends eyes, knowing exactly what it meant. He scooted over, enveloping his lover in his arms and running his fingers through the dark dreddlocks. Billie sighed, leaning into Mikes warmth. Their moment of blissful silence was broken by the crash of glass breaking and a slightly unstable drummer stumbling over to the door. “C'mon, its warmer inside.”
They made their way through the demolished house, making sure not to trip over various objects, and landed in Tre's small messy bedroom. The two sat on the bed still not letting go of each other, while Tre stood for a moment lost in his own world. Then his eyes lit up and the goofy grin spread over his face again. “Give me five minuets. I'll be back” With that he was gone. Mike looked over at his lovers still far away expression, unable to keep quiet any longer he asked the same question he so often does this time of year. “What are you thinking about Billie?”
There was a pause then a sigh before those green eyes locked onto his. “What would he think of me? Do you.... do you think he'd be ashamed of me? Or hate me?”
“Billie, you know he would never hate you. I never met him but I know he wouldn’t be disappointed and he'd be happy about everything you do. Your mother is happy about us, I'm sure your dad would too.”
There was a crash and a few curses before a tipsy drummer stumbled back into the room, grinning with plastic tubes in his hands. He notices the sad expressions on his band mates faces and quickly goes over to investigate. “Is our little Billie sad?” He asks while wrapping his arms around the huddle. Billie only shrugs, not looking up. “Well, we cant have that.” he scoops the singer out of mikes arms, laying the both of them down while holding the green eyed bundle close. Mike on the other hand was struggling with his own jealousy. He knew he shouldn’t feel jealous because it was only Tre, and Tre was the one out of the three of them to brighten anyone’s mood no matter what. But there was always the possessive urge forming in the bassist gut about anybody touching his Billie. Fighting his animal urges, he leaned in close to hear what Tre was whispering to Billie. There was a small smile forming on the singers lips as Tre whispered obscene and random things, mostly sexual, into billies ear. Mike was still biting his lip trying to keep himself from doing anything harsh, then deciding he had only one choice. Quickly and quietly he maneuvered himself behind Tre, wrapping an arm around the startled drummer, and leaning in to whisper hotly into his ear, “Its your turn Frankie.” There wasn’t a second spared before he had Tre on his back, boxers off and legs spread. There was always a rule when it came to Tre's sexual adventures and that was , he was never bottom, no matter what. Not wanting to ruin the mood with a fight, the bassist leaned down licking a trail from nipple to nipple biting, then licking down past his belly button to flick his tongue across the head of Tre's swollen prick. A quick pause to hear the gasp before he swallowed Tre down. All the while Billie was transfixed with the sight of his lover pleasuring another man. Secretly he loved it, but he knew of Mikes jealousy and never mentioned it. But the few times that he got to witness Mike and Tre together he never wanted it to end. It was like some sort of fetish to him, being able to watch his own live porn show right in front of him. He resisted the urge to touch himself though, knowing that mike would have plans with him later on. By the looks of it, he wouldn’t be waiting to long. Mike was humming in the back of his throat sending pleasure shocks through Tre, his face covered in sweat, hair matted down, cheeks red, and a death grip of the sheets. Noticing Tre's end, Mike added fingers into the mix, tugging at Tre's ball (tragic unicycle accident) and teasing at his entrance sending the drummer into a loud and shaky climax. Making sure to get every last drop, Mike pulled away watching as the younger teen came down from a mind blowing high. Within minuets he would usually be snoring loudly, and tonight was no different. He scooted over curling up slightly and with the help of alcohol running through his system and an intense orgasm, the drummer quickly fell asleep leaving the other two alone.
Mike looked over and grinned, giving a wink, then moving himself over to Billie. “Well we're alone, now what do we do?” The singer grinned, lying down and pulling mike down with him. He glanced over at the snoring pile of drummer, giggling “I'll have what hes having.” Mike thought about it for a moment, shaking his head and grinning.
“I've got different plans for you.” He reached over grabbing the bottle of lube Tre brought in earlier, then handing it over to Billie. Giving a quick kiss, he flipped the two of them around so now he was on bottom and Billie was on top. Billie looked puzzled, glancing from Mikes face to the bottle back to mike then down at himself.
“Whats the occasion?” He asked while giving a shy smile. Mike just rolled his eyes and grabbed the bottle out of billies hands squirting some of the liquid onto his lovers fingers and spreading his legs. It took Billie a moment to move. Something like this was rare and the sight of Michael Pritchard spread open and inviting was sending chills down his spine. Gently, he rubbed one lubed finger around the tight ring of muscle, feeling it quiver beneath his touch. Slowly pushing his finger in he watched his lovers face for any signs of discomfort, but there was none. Feeling the muscle loosen, he added a second finger then eventually a third, scissoring and stretching, flexing his fingers and hitting that wonderful ball of nerves. There was a small wine from Mike when those fingers were removed, but they were quickly replaced by a hard, slick cock pressing at his entrance. They locked eyes, both taking a deep breath before Billie gave a small flick of his hips, thrusting into the tight heat. The first thrust was always amazing. Tight, warm, wet. Sometimes Billie felt bad for women, they would never know the sensation of their lover opening up around them. He started out slow, gently massaging the sweet bundle of nerves, then started getting faster, harder, deeper. Both of them were making enough noise to wake the dead, but neither of them cared at the moment. Billies fingers were gripping Mikes hips tightly, leaving crescent shaped marks where his nails dug in. as their lovemaking progressed into a faster more frantic pace, the snoring bystander opened his eyes watching for a moment before reaching out and gripping Mikes length, causing the bassist to let out an ear splitting scream and arch his back. The duel assault of sensations was quickly sending the bassist into oblivion, seconds away from coming the hand was removed from his prick to be surrounded by the moist heat of Tre's mouth. That was all it took to send the bassist over the edge shuddering, screaming, and clawing at his lovers back. Billie came shortly after, pounding relentlessly into the heat, then thrusting shallowly through his climax. Finally collapsing against Mikes chest, they all lay there gasping for air. The only sounds in the room were thudding heart beats and soft whimpers as they came down from a better high than any drug could offer. Finally getting the energy to move, Billie carefully pulled out and laid down between the two teens, a satisfied grin spreading across all three faces. After five minuets of peaceful silence Billie was halfway into unconsciousness when Tre's soft voice roused him from his sleep.
“Who's ready for round two? I'll bottom.”
No one was sleeping tonight....
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