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Slip of a Boy	By : KarmaKiller Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 1871 -:- 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: Slip of a Boy.
Author: Sarah Elizabeth (Karma Killer)
Summary: Set up in chapters, but basically a series of vignettes chronicling the downfall of Billie Joe's marriage and the growth of his relationship with Mike.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Billie Joe/Mike Dirnt
Feedback: desired.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the arrangement of words. Completely non-profit and completely hormonal.

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Reconstruction

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"And when you kissed me," Billie sniffed, "did you mean that as well?"

Mike hesitated a long while, taking the time to wipe the tears from Billie's cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. "You have to let us in, Billie."

"That's not the answer to my question," he said, his brow furrowing in what Mike determined to be confusion or irritance. Probably both. One should never underestimate the complexity of this man's emotions.

"I know but, I'm not sure if I can tell you what you want to hear. Not right now. There are...other things we need to talk about."

"I know," Billie said softly, looking down at his hands still clenched in Mike's shirt. He hastily removed them and clasped them in his own lap. Thinking even better of it, he extricated himself from Mike's embrace and stood, staring longingly out the drive.

"Today has been...undoubtedly hard for you, so I don't want to push-"

"Hard?" Billie laughed bitterly, "No Mike, it's fucking frosted cake watching your family drive away from you. Your wife of 11 years dismissing you like a retired show horse with a broken leg." He wrapped his arms tightly around his middle, breathing in the air around him. "Maybe she should have shot me like the horse; made some decent fucking dog food out of me."

"Billie-"

"No, it's ok, really."

"But it's not," Mike answered, standing as well. He closed the door slowly behind him and turned back around to rest a hand on Billie's shoulder. The smaller man flinched and slid out of his reach.

"What do you care?" Billie Joe practically sneered. And there it was again, that wall. Mike decided to take a hack saw to it.

"Don't give me that shit. Of course I care. You know I care."

"I don't see it," Billie Joe whispered. "I can't feel it."

Mike grabbed him by the waist, pulled him flesh up against his chest and drove his lips down hard onto that exquisitely pouting mouth. When he pulled away, Billie Joe was breathless and lax in his arms once more. "Did you feel that?" Mike asked.

He received a dazed nod in return. Smiling, Mike lifted Billie's chin with one hand and began another kiss, this time slower and more fervent. He felt a velvety moan rise from Billie and was quick to swallow the intimate sound, opening the other man's mouth and slipping his tongue inside.

Then Billie Joe began to respond delightfully. His hands, roughened from years of guitar playing, wrapped themselves around Mike's neck, pulling desperately. The bassist could sense the smaller man's eagerness to be higher, and obliged the wish by lifting his bandmate up. He nearly cried out as Billie wrapped his legs around his middle and thrust those slender hips forward.

Billie's grin became so wide at that point, that the couple was forced to break their kiss. Both of them breathless now, Mike watched Billie's dazed eyes in amusement, feigning mock annoyance at his goofy smile. "You're such an asshole, you know that?" Mike murmured, running his tongue up the shell of Billie's ear and biting down.

"Unghh...yes," Billie spoke, his voice raspy with lust, "and that's why you love me, right?"

Mike found the nearest wall to answer that question and roughly shoved Billie against it. He continued his assault on the smaller man's lips and, without warning, tore away the top button of Billie's black Dickies and shoved his hand inside.

"Oh god!" Billie cried out, as Mike took his hardened member in his hand and began to work him slow and steady.

"God has nothing to do with this," Mike's voice was deep and dark with desire, "It's just you and me."

The statement seemed to tug on something within Billie Joe and his eyes rolled back into his head, which he let fall against the wall behind him with a resounding thud. Mike increased the pace of his hand, thrusting it from the base of Billie's cock to the tip where he ran his thumb across the slit.

"I wish...you could do this for me...at the shows," Billie gasped audibly, "It gets...so exhausting by myself..."

Mike almost laughed. "Only you, Billie Joe, would be considering humor at a time like this."

Billie didn't respond, instead bit down on his bottom lip to stifle another moan and dug his heels into Mike's back.

"Don't do that," Mike incited, tightening his grasp on Billie's cock. "I want you to scream for it. Cum for me Billie Joe."

And he did just that, thrusting several times into Mike's hand and screaming Mike's name into the empty house.

Mike pulled his hand, now covered in cum, from Billie's pants. He offered it to Billie and watched with deep satisfaction as his dark haired lover took each finger individually, sucking them into his mouth to the base and then licking them clean. His sensual methods only caused Mike's own cock to spring further to life, straining against his impossibly tight jeans and begging for release.

Billie Joe leaned in slowly, clearly exerted from his orgasm, and took Mike's lips against his. Mike received the sloppy kiss and shared the intoxicating taste of Billie's cum.

"Mmm," Billie Joe said, leaning his forehead against Mike's and letting his eyes close languidly. "So good, Mikey," he murmured, "So good." His tongue darted out to tease Mike's bottom lip.

"Fucking christ, Billie Joe, I need it now," Mike swore, pushing against Billie's limber form.

Billie's eyes snapped open, regarding Mike with certain clarity. "So take it," he said. And that was all Mike needed to hear.

He stepped away from the wall unexpectedly, and Billie was caught off guard. This, of course, caused Billie Joe to fall against Mike which, in turn, sent both men sprawling to the hard tile floor in the foyer.

Billie Joe lay fully across Mike, who was rather unhappy with the situation. So he grabbed Billie Joe by both upper arms and flipped the smaller man onto his back.

"You're too far away," Mike decided out loud, and placed his hands around the other man hips, sliding a very amused bandmate beneath him. He hooked in Billie's beltloops, and hastily tugged the remainder of the pants down, discarding them haphazardly across the room somewhere.

"So impatient," Billie giggled.

Mike took Billie's shirt by the hem and quickly tugged it over his head. He had to catch his breath at the sight beneath him. His eyes traced over the sloping protrusion of Billie's elegant collarbone to the sinewy and very subtle muscle of his torso. His gaze dropped to the painfully narrow hips and he traced a feather light touch over each pubic bone delighting in the way it made Billie jump ever so slightly and gasp.

"So beautiful," Mike finally answered staring lovingly down at Billie Joe's now squirming figure. But the carefree expression had since vanished from Billie's face.

"Don't," he said weakly.

"Don't what?" Mike asked curiously.

"Say things like that."

"It would be a crime not to tell you how disgustingly, criminally beautiful you are, Billie Joe." Before Billie could argue, Mike took his lips for a quick kiss, thoroughly quieting him.

Without further hesitation, he spread Billie's legs and placed a still saliva-slicked finger at the smaller man's entrance. He locked his gaze with Billie's and waited for him to nod before continuing. He thrust the digit into Billie, but stopped his movements as he felt Billie's entire body tense beneath him. His chest was heaving and his head was thrown back against the cool tile. "Keep going," he breathed.

Mike nodded, even though he knew Billie Joe couldn't see him and added another finger into the constricting, tight hole.

"Christ," Billie groaned, as Mike began a scissor motion with the two fingers. Billie's worn fingernails were clawing aimlessly at the floor.

Just when he thought his body couldn't become anymore taut, Mike withdrew the digits causing him to cry out in panic. "Mike?" he asked, voice cracking with uncertainty.

"I'm here, Billie Joe," answered Mike gently, running the backs of his knuckles across Billie's hip. His bandmate shuddered in relief at the touch.

Billie Joe had always had abandonment issues, ever since they were kids. Mike remembered when he'd spend the night and find Billie Joe curled up against him in the morning, always making sure he was the first one awake and that Mike wouldn't leave without waking him up. Most might have found this behavior disturbing or bothersome, but Mike had just accepted it and later appreciated it as just another part of Billie Joe. Another part that made him who he was and who no one else could ever be.

Apparently those abandonment issues translated during sex as well. It took everything in Mike not to slam into Billie at that moment because such vulnerability from his bandmate stirred his drive all the more.

But he took it slow, because the last thing he wanted to do right now was hurt Billie Joe. "Are you ok?" Mike asked.

"Yes," Billie answered breathlessly. "Get on with it...please."

Mike spat in his hand and lubed up his erection before spreading Billie's legs just a bit further. He positioned himself at the entrance and began to push in.

Mike almost lost it right there. "So tight," he gasped pushing slowly into Billie's impossibly narrow hole. When he finally looked up again, he noticed the tears running silently down his lover's cheeks.

"Am I hurting you?" Mike asked, his voice filling with concern.

"It hurts," Billie whimpered and Mike was about to pull out but Billie grabbed one of his hands. "It hurts but...keep going," he said, openly panting.

Mike nodded, meeting Billie's lips in a heated kiss while he buried himself to the hilt and then pulled out again, swallowing the smaller man's groan. When he thrust back in, he was met with a multitude of sounds. Billie's mews were a mix of both pain and pleasure. He was obviously a very vocal lover.

"I've wanted you for so long," Mike moaned, beginning to thrust in and out of Billie with deliberate strokes, "You don't know how perfect you are."

For a moment he was fearful he had driven Billie Joe back to tears, as his face had become twisted into somewhat of a frown. His lithe bandmate even went as far as to shake his head, which Mike caught in his hands and stilled. "You are perfect, Billie Joe," he said, making each word prominent and true. He slowed his pace once more, driving into Billie hard and deep.

"Look at me," he said, earning Billie's blissful gaze. Those hazel pools still shone with tears, but this time a certain peace had softened his features and he took in a quick breath, smiling up at Mike.

"I love you," Billie whispered, his voice like the wings of a bird just taking flight. The sound of it was silky and absolutely maddening and it drove Mike over the edge. He spilled his seed deep inside Billie, causing him to arch up, hands curling tightly into the hair at the base of Mike's neck.

His lover collapsed across his chest and Billie Joe ran a hand soothingly down Mike's sweat-slicked back. "Do you love me?" He asked, his voice sounding hazed and unsure.

"You know I always have," Mike breathed, and Billie Joe closed his eyes, releasing half of his demons into the sky.

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Aaaaaand there's TEH SCHEX for ya. Man, I agonized over this chapter. I can't write sex for shit, can I? Ha. Longest chapter yet, though. Had to throw in the fluff. I'm a fluff glutton.
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