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Suicide Blonde	By : redqueeninwonderland Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 3766 -:- 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: Suicide Blonde Chapter Six
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don’t own anybody but the people that came out of my head.
Notes: Sorry it took so long to update.
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  Billie closed his eyes, feeling her nipple pebble in his palm. Ava grinned at him, his eyes were at half-mast and his mouth was slack. It was like watching Homer Simpson and a doughnut. She decided she’d take it as a compliment. He shook his head, realizing she was watching him. Under her amused scrutiny he felt his ears tingeing pink. “Okay, so you know how sometimes something happens that you’ve been thinking about happening for forever and when it finally happens you just can’t believe it?”
  He sounded like a freak.
  She arched an eyebrow, “You mean this seems a little strange because it’s been so long?”
  “Yeah, that,” he swallowed, “What I mean is—“
  “I’m nervous too, Billie,” she grimaced, “and, I mean it’s not like it’s just because it’s been… so long. I mean… what does this mean? Are we, like, together? And if we’re together, then what do we tell people? Or is this just like a ‘let’s see where it goes’ thing? I mean, can we even pick up where we left off? Or—“
  “I meant I can’t believe we’re together again. I wasn’t thinking about all that.” He straightened, pulling back a bit.
  “Oh,” Ava sat up, blushing bright red, “Well, I mean, me too, it’s just…”
  “I hadn’t even thought about all that.” Suddenly his mind was reeling. What would they tell people?
  “Billie--,” she traced his face, “let’s not think about it, okay? Let’s just see where it goes… I mean—“
  “Baby, you’ve sorta already killed the mood,” he laughed at her panic stricken look. Ava’s faced turned determined and she resolutely pulled her tank top over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He groaned, “Not that, you know, you can’t get it back or anything…”
  Ava stood up, kicked her sandals off and pushed her jeans over her hips.
  “Jesus, Ava…”
  She had gotten another tattoo sometime over the course of the past few years. Some Celtic symbol on her other hip. She was shaved completely bare. And there wasn’t the trace of a tan line on her milk pale skin. There was also a tracery of some kind of vine curling around her right wrist. Ava walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, there was a kind of vulnerability to her now that she was naked. She looked… not really unsure… but there was something. And he couldn’t deny that he was definitely turned on. She reached a hand to him and he grinned, grasping her fingers and bringing them to his lips, gently suckling. Ava laughed softly.
  “That tickles,” she murmured, inclining her head she bit her lip, “Don’t you wanna…?”
  “Oh yeah,” he muttered, sliding off the bed and reaching both hands to his shirt. He tossed it somewhere behind him and felt like a teenager with her looking at him with that quiet scrutiny. He wondered if he’d looked at her like that.
  “That one’s new,” she said, pointing to a tat he’d gotten sometime in the past six months.
  “Yeah,” he shoved his jeans down his hips, then tried to toe out of his Chuck’s like she’d done her sandals. It didn’t work. Ava laughed outright at how awkward he looked, half bent over trying to get himself out of his shoes with is pants and underwear around his ankles. “You could help me, you know.”
  Ava reclined on her side, resting her head on her fist. “But it’s so much more fun to watch you,” she murmured, caressing her bare belly with her fingernails.
  He shook his head, half bent over, hopping on one foot, both hands tangled in his jeans and his shoelaces, “That’s just evil, girl.”
  “Yeah… and?”
  “You’ll pay for it later,” he stated, heat in every word.
  “I’m counting on it.” She muttered, giving him that look that just stopped him in his tracks. His cock jerked and he shook his head.
  “Fuck this.” He fell on top of her, hands grabbing for any bit of flesh he could get. Ava let loose with a garbled scream and they wrestled on the bed like heathens, his jeans getting caught up in his shoes and doing nothing but making her laugh as he tickled her and kicked his legs, trying to get rid of his shoes at the same time.
  He got one foot free and yelled in triumph, attacking the skin around her belly and Ava laughed so hard she snorted. Billie shot her an amused look and laughed at that himself. They were a pile of limbs for a moment, neither doing anything to the other, laughing together. Finally she reached down and grabbed his jeans, jerking and then pulling, using both hands. Billie helped her and they came loose, the shoe went flying. He reached down, pulling off the sock and dropping it off the side of the bed before collapsing on the bedspread.
  “I’d forgotten what this could feel like,” she murmured softly, running a hand through his hair. He looked up at her, then settled back against her chest, throwing a leg over hers. She could feel his arousal, feel it hardening more, and much as she wanted to get down to business, she couldn’t help but feel that somehow this –what was happening right now—in a lot of ways was better.
  “Hey,” he nudged her with his hip and she looked at him, really looked at him.
  “Yeah?’
  “Just so’s ya know…” he grinned, “I really want to do it with you right now.”
  Ava laughed, “So let’s get to it, huh?”
  He laughed, “Hoped you’d say that, kid.” He slithered up her body, capturing her lips and kissing her hard. Ava slid her hands into his hair, holding him to her lips and pressing herself against him. He groaned, his hands palming her breasts. Molding them. She felt so good it was hard to think straight. Jesus, he’d missed her. Ava reached down between their bodies, fondling his cock, then grasping it, pumping it.
  He groaned as she eased him to his back, not able to stop the way his hips moved, half fucking her hand. Ava broke the kiss, “You don’t know how much I’ve missed fucking you,” she said, her voice nearly a growl.
  “Have you?” He reached between them, mimicking her, his hand curving between her legs. His fingers slipped in her juices. “Fuck, you’re wet, baby,” he fondled her clit, circling it with his index finger. Ava whimpered, her hand tightening on his dick, “You like that, kid?”
  She whimpered, breathless. “It’s been a long time for me, Billie.”
  “Yeah?” He frigged her clit this time, her wetness making sounds as his fingers slid into her. Once, twice, “How long?”   “Since,” she shook her head, “Fuck, Billie, keep doing that,” she laughed, “Since the last time we—“
  His eyes jerked to her face, “You haven’t had sex in five years?” His fingers stilled inside her and Ava froze, thinking maybe she’d said something wrong.
  “Huh-uh.” She shrugged, “I just never wanted anybody else.”
  “You mean you haven’t—“
  “Well, I do own a vibrator, nosey,” her hand had stilled on him and she sat up. “I just haven’t met anybody else I wanted to fuck the way I want to fuck you.” She shoved her hair out of her eyes with both hands. “You think I’m a freak, don’t you?”
  He bit his lip, trying to decide if it was a good idea to let her know how much of an ego boost that was. “So… Basically what you’re saying is… I’m so good…”
  She looked at him, he was wearing the biggest freaking grin she’d ever seen and not a damn thing else. Ava cursed, “I knew you’d do this.”
  “Ava, you just told me that I’m so fucking good you haven’t been with anybody else in five years. I’m a guy. I can’t go five minutes without even thinking about it. That’s pretty cool.” And he was going to tell everybody. Or, at least, Mike and Tre.
  “That is not what I said, Billie.” She laughed, “I knew you were going to do this.”
  “You already said that.” He pointed out, he drew a line down her spine. Ava looked at him over her shoulder, pinning him with that look that said she thought he was being a douche and she didn’t care if he knew it or not. “Okay, so what are you saying?”
  “I’m saying… Jesus, I don’t know. It just never felt right, you know? I mean, it’s not like I didn’t get offers or anything. And a few times I came close, but… I just never, I mean, it just never felt—“ Ava laughed, “It was never like this.” She gestured between their two bodies, “And nobody ever really knew how to make me feel like you do.” She shrugged, “So I figure why bother, you know? Not that every now and then it wasn’t a huge pain in the ass.”
  “Yeah,” he nodded, “sucks to have convictions, doesn’t it?”
  Ava smacked his arm. “You think I’m a freak, don’t you?”
  “Not at all,” he sat up, putting an arm around her and drawing her to him. “You’re a helluva lot stronger than I am, you know that, right?” He kissed the top of her head. “I can’t, I mean, this is probably the coolest thing anybody’s ever said to me, kid, and I can’t—“
  “I know you’ve had sex with other people, Billie.” She traced his knee. “I mean I’m not stupid, you know?” She looked up at him through a curtain of hair, “And I don’t care. I’m glad you were happy. Part of me hoped you’d find somebody so you weren’t, not that I’m glad you didn’t because it sorta works out well for me, but I really wanted you to be happy.”
  “I was, baby. But you know I missed you, right?” He kissed her temple, “I missed this skin,” his fingers skimmed her hair back from her face, “I missed this hair,” his lips found her neck, “This spot right here that makes you shiver,” his teeth scraped the place behind her ear and her breath caught in her throat. “I missed these breasts,” his hands cupped her breasts and his thumbed played with her nipples, his lips traced their way down her chest. “I missed this,” he licked around her belly button and she laughed because it tickled, “I missed your legs like fuck,” he eased her on her back, climbing on top of her, he fingered the skin behind her knees, “I missed your knees,” his arousal nudged her opening, “I missed your—Jesus, baby, you’re so wet,” she laughed, then broke off when his fingers played with her.
  “Billie,” she couldn’t help being a little breathless, “Baby, please,” she shook her head, “I just want you to fuck me, baby.”
  “Yeah?” He shifted on top of her the tiniest bit so that he could guide himself inside her.
  “Oh yeah,” she traced his face, “Please baby, it’s been so long.”
  He grinned, then closed his eyes and groaned as he slid inside her. “Oh… yeah.”
  “Mmmm,” Ava closed her eyes and shifted under him, urging her hips up to meet him.
  “Gotta admit,” he laughed brokenly, “This feels pretty damned good.”
  “Yeah?” She moved beneath him again, forcing him to move with her.
  “Oh fuck yeah,” he bucked inside her again. Ava closed her eyes, tilting her head back. “ That feel good?”
  “ Mmm.”
  “How about this?” His fingers frigged her clit again and Ava shuddered beneath him. Billie smirked, pleased with himself, “You like that, huh?”
  Ava smiled, dimpling. “Billie?” She moved under him, grasping his ass with both hands and urging him inside her.
  “Yeah, baby.” The complete male arrogance in his face made her laugh.
  “Just shut up and fuck me, okay?”
  He laughed, taking the dig with good grace and capturing her lips again. When he released her he winked, biting her nose. “I think I can manage that.”
  “Good,” she closed her eyes, settling back on the bed as his mouth took her breast. She gasped when his hips swiveled in a way that made her feel things much deeper than she was used to. “Oh fuck, baby… yeah, just like that.”
  He sat back on his haunches, pulling her body up to meet him, fucking her in earnest. Ava’s eyes held him captive and he watched the emotions flitting across her face. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold off the inevitable and the egotistical part of him wanted her to come first. Ava bit her lip and groaned from somewhere deep in her chest when he thumbed her clit. “Come for me, kid,” he took one of her legs, guiding it up to his shoulder, “Come on, Ava, let me see you come for me,” she thrashed on the bed beneath him and lifted her other leg to his other shoulder.
  “Billie—“
  “Come on, baby, just let it out.”
  “I—“
  “Does that feel good?” He eased up, thrusting with his hips, the angle more intense with her legs like they were.
  “You know it does, Billie.”
  “So come from me, Ava, please,” he grasped her wrist, pulling her hand from his hair and kissing the smooth skin of her palm.
  “Billie--,” her legs slid from his shoulders and he let them because she was wrapping them around his waist, her fingers on his ass again, urging him inside her. She closed her eyes, she was so close she could taste it. And there were tears building, she wasn’t sure why. But she was so close… so close… “Oh—“
  He grunted, her walls were tightening around him, clamping down. He knew he couldn’t hold back anymore. He whooped long and loud. “Fuck--!”
  She came hard. So hard, actually, that she was only distantly aware that he was coming too. When he collapsed against her she was still having those aftershocks and she shivered hard beneath him. She wrapped her arms around him, Holding him tight against herself. “Fuck baby, I’ve missed that.”
  He groaned. “I think you might have killed me.”
  “That good?”
  “Oh yeah,” he lifted his head, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. They were sweaty. Both of them. “That was…” he shook his head, “I mean, that was…”
  “Better than I remember.”
  “Yeah?”
  “Oh yeah,” She grinned when she realized he was trying to decide if that were a compliment or not.
  He kissed her, as scorchingly as he could since he was still kinda close to being dead. “I’m glad you’re back, kid.”
  “Me too,” she kissed his forehead. She could feel him softening inside her. Eventually he’d slip out. “I love you, you know.”
  “Yeah?” he cupped her jaw, thumbing her lip.
  “Oh yeah.”
  “Good,” he brushed her lips again, “ Cause I’d hate to think I was the only one.”
  She grinned. “Let’s do that again.”
  He laughed, “Sure, but give me a minute, huh?”
  “No way,” she shoved him, then slithered over top of him when he landed on his back.
  “Now?” Billie laughed, “You’re kidding right?”
  “No way, right now.”
  “Ava, we just-“
  “We’ve got a lot to make up for. Unless…you know, you can’t or somethin’…”
  He made a sound like a tractor and half sat up, “You’re kidding, right?”
  Ava arched an eyebrow. “So you can’t? Damn… I must’ve made you better in my head or somethin’.”
  He flipped her over on her back and she collapsed on the bed laughing as he tickled the life out of her.
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  Alex was fumbling in his pocket for the key when he got off the elevator. It was late. Way late. It was dark out. He’d given Liza his number, probably a bad idea. But it was cool, you know? She was cool.
  He figured Ava was probably at that party that Mel had left fifty messages on his cell about. Damned if he was going to that. He just wasn’t in the mood to watch her make eyes at Billie Joe fucking Armstrong. All this time and it’d been him. How the hell was Alex supposed to compete with that?
  Not that he wanted to, really. Ava’d made it pretty clear this afternoon that she wasn’t interested in him. He should just let her go. And hey, Liza seemed pretty damned interested, truth to tell.
  He opened the room door, the bathroom light was on. He didn’t bother with the overhead light. He was tired, he was just going to go to bed. There was just enough light from the bathroom for him to be able to tell that he’d just tripped over a man’s Converse. He cursed silently and crept into the bedroom itself.
  “Fuck,” he muttered, he could see them in the moonlight. Ava curled against the guy’s chest, her arm around him, his arms around her. Alex wasn’t prepared for the way his stomach just bottomed out when he saw that. He closed his eyes against the image of her bare breasts against Billie’s chest.
  “Hey man,” Billie said softly, shifting on the bed. Alex nodded at him, turning his back on the scene and rummaging as quietly as he could in his suitcase.
  He glanced at Billie over his shoulder and nodded at Ava, “Is she…?”
  “Nah, she’s still asleep.”
  “Oh.” Alex turned back to his stuff. He shook his head and cursed again, slinging his bag over his shoulder, “Fuck it.”
  Billie watched him silently, keeping his thoughts to himself. When Alex turned back around he didn’t miss the way Ava’s guitarist looked at the two of them together on the bed. Part of him felt like he shouldn’t be here with the way Alex was looking at him. But damned if he was going to feel guilty about finally, finally, getting back with her after all this time. He raised he eyebrows.
  Alex had the good grace to look sheepish, “Listen,” he murmured quietly, gesturing with his free hand at Ava, “When she wakes up… Tell her I’m…” He wondered if he should actually say over at Liza’s, “I mean… tell her—“
  “I will.”
  Alex nodded, “Thanks man,” he crept out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Ava looked so relaxed in his arms. Trusting. He’d watched her sleep more times than he cared to count. More times than he wanted to think about, really, and she’d never looked like that. He shook his head, knowing why there was a lump in his throat and not wanting to admit it. He stepped off the elevator, intent on finding a cab to take him back to Liza’s. Instead he ended up at the front desk. “Hi, do you have an extra room for however long we’re staying here?”
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  Billie watched Alex go and then closed his eyes. Things were clicking into place in his head. The way that guy looked at her… Billie glanced down at Ava, still asleep in his arms. She shifted and sighed in her sleep, murmuring his name. Billie settled down against the pillows and kissed her forehead. Ava opened one sleepy eye.
  “Hi.”
  “Hey, kid, go back to sleep.”
  “Kay. ‘Love you.”
  “Me too, baby.”
He sorta felt bad for the guy.
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