What Are You Blind? | By : Lewainam Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 1202 -:- 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. |
Pairing: Mike/Billie (sorta), Mike/Adie (not really), Mike/Tré (I know…it seems weird…but damnit! Just read it)
Summary: Love isn’t always foreseeable and who knows where you’ll find it. Mike has trouble seeing what’s right in front of him. I have no clue how to summarize this story correctly.
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of any member of Green Day or anybody associated with them.
Word Count - About 6666 EVIL Its not the shortest thing, but I would appreciate some feedback. ;)
Notes: This began as a small Mike/Billie story…that was all…but things got a bit out of my control. Well, Its more Mike/Tre now, if you must know. So, I don’t know where my brain went haywire but it took control.
Intro: A Few Realizations Like Things Aren’t What You Always Expect:
It didn’t begin right away. It wasn’t as if the stars realigned and an aura surrounded Billie as soon as Mike saw the boy. It was never immediate or overwhelming. Because the first time Mike saw Billie, he was a pimple faced punk who liked to eat his own snot. Billie was somebody he could relate with and escape to in times of need. They became fast friends, that’s true. The friendship was there from the start as if it was meant to be.
Maybe stars did realign to get him to meet Billie.
But love. That was another matter all together. It came along slowly. Like a cancer in Mike’s lung. Growing and growing without being noticed until he finally stumbled on it and got it checked out. Only to be told it was too far along. There was nothing to be done. He was a goner. It made it hard to breathe sometimes. Only signs of the inevitable doom that was going to get him.
Adrienne. She was where and when it began. She was that Doom, the tumor that encased the cancer eating him from the inside. Adrienne Nesser. Beautiful and strong. Intimidating yet giving. She was the wife of Billie Joe Armstrong. The man who somehow stole Mike Dirnt’s heart and didn’t even realize it.
He had thought at one point it wasn‘t Billie he was attracted to at all. So in his denial he thought it was Adrienne. That this need to be near Billie Joe was only really a need to get close to Adie. They were good friends. Mike couldn’t deny he had been confused and read things all wrong about himself and Adie. He read her smiles and her laughs incorrectly.
It was almost a year in the past. A huge party at someone’s house to celebrate the finishing of the American Idiot album and the soon to start up tour. Mike hadn’t paid much attention, a party was a party. It might have even been Billie’s house.
He had been drinking too much. Wandering through the congratulating people in search of Billie. He had to speak to Billie about something important but as he walked he couldn’t remember what that important something was. So he stumbled toward a staircase and sat down on the bottom step. He pulled his long legs close and leaned against the wall bordering the staircase. Mike was suddenly pissed off that he didn’t know who any of these people were and he couldn’t find the people that would make this party worth it.
After a few minutes boiling in his anger a small form burst through the crowd, coming toward the stairs. Mike furrowed his brow as Adrienne moved closer. She gave him a weak smile but it didn’t hide the tear she quickly wiped from her cheek. She pushed past him and hurried up the stairs before he could take a breath to speak. Mike set his bottle down on the step and used his hands to crawl to his feet as he moved up the stairs after her.
“Adrienne?” Mike called as he reached the top. He lost sight of her as she turned the corner and he wasn’t sure which room she had gone to. He glanced back down at the crowd below him and wondered what could have made this woman cry. He called her name again and there was an answer this time. A voice from the other side of the door in front of him called his name. He opened the door slowly and peeked his head in.
“You alright?” he asked before entering bodily. Adrienne was sitting on the foot of a large bed and her dark locks of hair hung in her eyes. She smiled softly and nodded. Mike shut the door quietly behind himself and smiled in return. She was in a dark dress with no sleeves and she was rubbing her hands over her arms like she was cold. Mike walked over to her and began unbuttoning his jacket. He slid it off his shoulders and then wrapped it over Adrienne’s. It hung tightly to her and Mike wished he were a bit bigger.
She looked up at him and her smile was brighter. She patted the bed next to her and he sat. “You’re a sweetheart, do you know that?” she said with a small laugh.
Mike shrugged at her compliment. “So, what’s wrong?”
Adrienne sobered up and leaned down to pull her shoes off her feet with a sigh. “Nothing to be worried about.” She rubbed at the sole of her left foot and Mike eyed the “Billie Joe” tattoo on her arm as it slid from under the cover of his jacket. Adrienne continued as she worked. “Just had a few words with Mr. Armstrong. He can be so hard headed sometimes.”
Mike smiled at Adrienne’s tone. He was glad she wasn’t really upset because even though he charged in here like he knew what he was doing, a crying woman was not something Mike knew how to handle. “Tell me about it,” Mike said softly. He raised a hand to put on her shoulder and let it hover for a moment before he lowered it without touching her. “What’d he do this time?”
Adrienne dropped her feet and threw her hands up. “Does it matter, Mike? You guys are going on tour in a week and it doesn‘t matter.”
Mike leaned closer in interest. “What do you mean? You’re coming along, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but Billie and I still never manage much time together even when I come along. He doesn’t see it.” Mike raised his hand again and this time managed to let it fall lightly and soothingly on her shoulder. His long fingers wrapped over her shoulder and she put her hand over his. She shook her head then continued speaking. Mike knew it was a bit odd. Adrienne wasn’t one to just shout out all her problems but Mike figured she needed to vent, so he listened. “Billie’s going to be gone for this whole next week and then the tour starts. I asked him for just a little bit of time with just the two of us and the kids. But you guys are busy and he’s not listening.”
Mike looked at the floor. “I’m sorry.” It was the only thing he could think to say. He felt a little bit responsible for this problem and didn’t know how to fix it. But he wasn’t too upset about it. Mike felt a twinge of happiness at the small rift between Adie and Billie for some strange reason. Humanizing their relationship always made Mike a little bit too cheerful.
“That’s sweet, but its not your fault, Mike.” She smiled again and Mike smiled back. She had a beautiful smile and he supposed that’s what had drawn Billie to her. It lit up a room. “He never realizes until he’s in the middle of a tour that he hasn’t seen his kids for two months or hasn’t had a real conversation with me for longer.” She paused and shook her head. “I was hoping this time would be a bit different, you know what I mean?”
Mike nodded in response but had nothing to say. He could not come up with one single comforting word. Nothing that could reassure her that Billie loved her and would make sure he spent time with her and their kids while touring. And Mike was sure that he’d be lying to her slightly if he told her all that. Billie’s time management was shit.
“I guess we should get back out there, right?” Adrienne said in the silence. Then she smiled and looked into Mike’s eyes, “Or more like you should get back out there, at least.”
“Why?”
“It’s a party for your album, Mike,” she said as if she were explaining the most simple of things.
“It’s a boring party,” Mike shrugged. And then that moment hit. The moment when you’re looking into someone’s eyes so deep that you swear you can see what their thinking. He could feel the pressure rise up and the corner of Adrienne’s lip quirked up in an attempt at a smile. But in that moment instead of thinking what he thought he’d be thinking, about how much he really wanted to kiss her, he was thinking about Billie Joe Armstrong. If he kissed Adrienne now then he jeopardize his entire relationship with Billie. The Green Day relationship never crossed his mind, it was only Billie.
Mike would look back at that moment as when he first realized he was in love with Billie. He could give a flying fuck about Adrienne. But he couldn’t lose Billie.
Adrienne was the first to look away and she patted Mike’s knee in a friendly manner. Mike snapped out of his thoughts and cleared his throat. His heart was racing too fast and he could tell he was sweating but he hoped Adrienne wouldn’t notice.
“I should get back out there,” he said softly.
“You said it was boring out there.”
Mike stood up and moved to the door, “Nah…well, it is. But you’re right. It’s a Green Day party thing that…uhh…needs…” Mike grabbed the handle and took a deep breath. “I need to get down there.”
“Thank you, Mike,” Adrienne said before he could leave the room. He stopped and looked at her in question. “For listening to me bitch for a couple minutes.”
“Oh! Yeah, no problem.” He forced a smile to his lips and nodded, “Any time, any time.” He slammed the door shut and closed his eyes as he leaned against the cool wood frame.
A hand slammed on to his shoulder and Mike jumped in surprise. He opened his eyes wide and lost his breath when he saw Billie standing there.
“Jesus, Mikey, what’s up?”
Mike put a hand to his chest and shook his head, “Nothing…just…nothing.”
Billie eyed him for a moment then asked, “Have you seen Adie?”
Mike began to shake his head “no” then stopped and nodded. His heart sank a little as Billie waited eagerly for him to supply details and he caught his breath. “I was just talking to her in here,” he said and stepped away from the doorway.
Billie thanked him and then started to turn the door knob. “Oh, Tre is looking for you,” Billie said over his shoulder as he opened the door. Mike then nodded to the closing door and gave a heavy sigh.
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Part 1: An Unlikely Source:
“Dude! What are you, blind?!” Tré screamed in a high pitched squeal as he wiped spilt beer from his t-shirt. Billie apologized through a grin and handed Tré a disorderly handful of paper towels. Tré took them but they did little good drying off his shirt. He muttered under his breath about being treated so poorly on his own tour bus. Adrienne made a soothing noise only a mother could make and smiled from her seat connected to a small table that was bolted to the side of the bus.
“Remember you’re the one that invited him on to your bus.”
“I’m beginning to regret that decision.” Tré continued to wipe beer from his shirt with a forced frown. Mike could tell he just wanted to laugh.
Mike was watching from a comfortable and dry sitting position. He was unaware of the smile on his own face until Tré turned around and threw the used napkins his way.
“What are you smiling at, you voyeur!”
Disgusted and a little annoyed, Mike swept the napkins off himself. “This, coming from a self proclaimed voyeur.”
“He’s right,” Billie’s grin grew wider. He carefully positioned his beer bottle away from Tré as he moved past the man to sit down next to Mike. Billie was slightly drunk. They all were. But Billie could never handle his alcohol that well. Mike wiped at a left over wet spot on his pants from Tré’s trash and wondered how much Billie had drank. Mike had lost track of his own alcohol consumption. Maybe Adrienne was sober…he hadn’t been watching her. Tré could have been sober as a fox for all he knew. But Billie was drunk.
Tré pouted and leaned against the counter with his arms crossed. “I never!” he proclaimed in a shocked tone. “You are full of lies.”
“You’re calling both of us liars?”
“Yes.”
Billie shook his head and Mike watched him reposition himself. He tried not to take notice of their thighs pressed tightly together or Billie’s smell as the man moved closer. There was no need for him to sit so close. But he was…and it was distracting.
“I recall a time we found you out inside our hotel bathroom!” Adrienne hid her smile underneath a slim hand and Billie burst into laughter. Mike felt Billie’s body shake with his amusement and he smiled even though he was unfamiliar with the story.
“That was a mistake,” Tré defended. “I needed to piss!”
Billie Joe tapped Mike on the shoulder and tried to collect his breath to tell the story and then he glanced at Tré again and his laughter started anew. His fingers wrapped tightly on Mike’s shoulder and his forehead fell to Mike’s chest. Mike looked over Billie’s black locks of hair at Tré and then Adie. “What the hell happened?” Billie’s giggles started up again. His other hand came around and the beer bottle in it settled on top of Mike’s thigh.
Adie bit back her own laughter as Tré began to tell the tale. “I was a bit tipsy, I admit.”
“A bit?!” Billie shouted and pulled his face off of Mike to look at the drummer. Mike frowned at the loss of contact and cleared his throat without being obvious.
“Let him tell the story.” Adie nodded and her dark eyes were alight with an amused gleam.
Tré nodded back graciously and resumed. “As I was saying, I had a bit too much of the good stuff but still had the good enough sense to look for an actual toilet.”
Mike grinned. This was going to be good.
“And I got to the right floor but forgot what my room number was. So I just go to one I think is my own room, convince myself that it is and go to unlock the door. But then I either left my wallet in the room or dropped it in the pool. But I can’t get in and I start pounding and screaming at the door. That’s when a maid comes walking by and I ask her to let me in. Well, after a lot of discussion and pleading she opens the door for me and I get in Billie’s room.”
“And piss all over my toilet seat.”
Tré shrugged, “It happens.”
“Of course. I always find myself sneaking into people’s hotel rooms and taking advantage of their toilets.” Mike laughed.
Tré stuck his tongue out childishly which only fueled Mike’s laugher. “Anyway, so I’m in their pissing all over the place and I hear the door open. And I hear Billie’s voice. I’m just about to open the bathroom door and punch him in the face for breaking into my room, when there’s this loud crash.” Tré paused there to build the suspense even though the majority of people present knew the story already. “I peek out and these two are going at it like fucking rabbits.” Tré reenacts the scene by abusing his beer bottle and counter with tongue swiping and hip thrusting.
Billie Joe began laughing all over again and started to criticize Tré’s performance while Adrienne hid her flushed face behind a hand while laughing. Mike sat in amused shock and listened to Billie’s critique. Not enough hip action and too much sloppy tongue. According to Billie, Adrienne would never swoon so much. And he’d never whisper “you like it like that don’t you, darlin’?”. He even stood up and began to demonstrate on Tré how the hip motions would go.
“See, its all in the grind,” Billie lectured with his hips pressed against Tré‘s, and Tré could only grin in response.
“That was very well done, Billie,” Adie said. “You’d think you had practice with Tré before.”
Billie turned and he smiled that crooked smile he saved only for her. Only for her. Mike took a swig of the beer in his hand. “I have to practice on somebody, don’t I? You don’t want the shitty practice runs, do you?”
“Billie Joe Armstrong!” Tré shrieked and slapped Billie across the cheek. “That is all you think of me as?! Practice?”
Billie rubbed his cheek and then a sudden thought struck him. He poked a finger into Tré’s chest, “Hey, this isn’t about me. This is about you, being a voyeur.”
Tré slid back against the counter and his grin was devious. Billie used his thumb to point at Tré and he shook his head as he told the story to Mike. “This prick sneaks into my hotel room, pisses all over my toilet, and then spies on me and my wife. He waited ten minutes before he poked his head out and screamed “SCORE!”. Mike spit the beer he was sipping out and doubled over in laughter. “Adie threw the lamp at him. Missed, but I think the Bible in the drawer got him.” Tré rubbed his head in remembrance.
“How come I never heard about this?” Mike asked.
“Because Tré likes to hide the fact he’s a voyeur,” Billie supplied.
Tré shook his head and grinned at Billie. “I didn’t want anybody to know. Who would be proud to have seen your scrawny ass?”
“Who hasn’t seen his scrawny ass already?” Adrienne said. Billie shot her a look and she winked.
“So Billie didn’t do it for you. Surely, Adie did, right?” Mike said and got an elbow hard in his side from Billie.
Tré shrugged and looked nonchalant as he rubbed a finger slowly over his own thigh. “Let’s just say that Adrienne does do it for me…but its nothing new. Nothing I haven’t seen--” He was cut off when a shoe hit him in the stomach.
“Who throws a shoe!? Honestly!” Tré demanded as he tossed the shoe back to Billie Joe. Mike laughed with Adie as Billie put his shoe back on while he grumbled under his breath.
“What would do it for you, Tré?” Billie asked with his humor back. Tré eyed all three of them and Mike could feel those large orbs pausing on him. Tré had a sneaky smile on his face and a confident twinkle in his eyes. He looked back at Billie and shrugged.
“I’ve seen and done so many things its hard to say, anymore.” Tré rubbed his chin and thought about it. He crossed his legs and leaned back.
“I’ll bet you’ll like this,” Billie challenged, too impatient to wait any longer. The downfall of Mike Dirnt would one day be Billie Joe’s impatience.
And it was as if Mike had suddenly taken some drug that made everything he saw slow down. He could watch all the events happening but was powerless to stop them. Billie placed his beer bottle in between Mike’s legs, the hard surface pressed firmly against his crotch. And while he was distracted by that simple action, Billie wrapped his hand behind his head and pushed his lips down on Mike’s. In a matter of seconds Mike went from laughing at Tré to being mouth raped by Billie.
Moist lips that tasted like Heineken pushed hard against his own for a good six seconds before Mike could wrap his mind around it.
“Bill--” he tried to get a word through lips. Billie’s body was warm and teasing but Mike was in no mood to deal with the singer’s games. Each time Billie teased Mike felt himself get pushed further and further down a path he didn’t want to go down.
He gripped Billie’s shoulder with one hand and the other grabbed hold of the hand on the back of his head. Mike’s reluctant attitude seemed to finally register and Billie pulled back. Their eyes met and Billie’s green pools looked hurt. He had smudged his eyeliner and it made his eyes even more prominent and wounded. Billie’s fingers slipped from under Mike’s and out of his hair. Then the singer fell back to a sitting position and looked up at Tré. Adrienne was silent for a moment and Mike couldn’t look up at her to see her reaction. Then Billie smiled at Tré and waited for the drummer’s reaction. Adrienne clapped a couple times and laughed.
“Why’d you stop?” Tré asked. He was probably the most sober out of the four of them. He grinned then and fanned himself.
“I fucking knew it,” Billie said. Mike felt a little dizzy and lost. His thoughts just couldn’t focus enough for him to make any real sense of what had just happened. He grabbed the bottle in his lap and slammed back the rest of its contents. It was cool and satisfying. But not as satisfying as Billie’s outraged look.
“Bastard,” Billie huffed and settled back against the cushions. “Are we stopping somewhere soon?”
“What?” Mike asked and placed the bottle in between Billie’s own legs. It wasn’t his bottle after all, why should he deal with it.
Billie gave him a sideways glare, too lazy or comfortable to retaliate. “Are we making a pit stop soon? I have to piss and there is no way I’m using Tré’s toilet.”
“What is wrong with my toilet?”
“Its not your toilet, but what you probably do to that toilet, that scares me.”
Tré made a face at Billie and sat down across from them. “It looks like you’re shit out of luck then, doesn’t it?”
“I think we’re stopping in an hour or two,” Mike said. He felt himself relaxing again with the random banter. It wasn’t like this was an extremely rare type of night. He just couldn’t do it right now. Playing around and joking about it certain things wasn’t what Mike wanted. But Billie liked to play. And tease. Billie was allowed to play and tease all he wanted.
Tré let out a agonized sigh. “Why did I even let you on this bus? You complain the whole time and can’t even get to second base with Mike! What good are you?”
“I knew you liked it,” Billie laughed in triumph then shrugged. “I guess I’m no good at all.” He stood up and walked toward the front of the bus with the empty beer bottle in hand.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Tré demanded.
“I need a pit stop.” He disappeared through the small doorway in the front of the bus. It was awkward as soon as the door thudded closed and silenced everyone else. Mike felt uncomfortable and Tré only sat there with that sneaky smile again. Adrienne cleared her throat and Mike couldn’t look in her direction. He picked at the seem of his pants and began to count how many times he blinked to pass the time.
Then he couldn’t handle it anymore. He stood and quickly walked passed Tré and Adrienne and mumbled something about having to piss. His eyes hit Adie as he walked by and she smiled at him. He cleared his throat and hurried his steps.
“See, Mike isn‘t afraid of my toilet!” Tré said loudly in hopes Billie would hear him. Tré handled silences worse then anybody and had to keep some kind of noise to fill the gap.
Mike was staring at his face in the small mirror in Tré’s bus restroom when he was jostled slightly as the bus veered and came to a stop. He turned on the faucet and put his hands under the cold water. Fists pounded on the other side of the door but Mike paid them no mind.
“Jerking off in there?” It was Billie’s voice. Mike didn’t answer him and lowered his face so he could splash the cool water over his skin. “Well, have fun then!”
He listened and waited as Billie and Adrienne said their goodnights to Tré and left the bus to get on their own which had been following. Then he turned off the water and dried his face and hands off. Mike slowly stepped out of the restroom and saw Tré sitting alone on the couch with his face turned away. The bus pushed forward again and Mike took a step to catch his balance.
Tré saw the movement and turned to smile at Mike. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing, why?” Mike felt defensive. He forced his long legs into motion and walked toward Tré so he could lean against the counter.
Tré shrugged and leaned back. “It just seemed like something was bothering you.”
“Nothing’s bothering me.”
“Something is.”
“What makes you say that?”
“You wouldn’t have asked that if something wasn’t bothering you.” Mike’s eyes narrowed at Tré, who smiled in victory. “Mikey, Mikey, Mikey. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Mike snapped and sat down across from Tré. Mike tried to act casual and as if everything in his world was perfect and nothing could ruin it. Tré saw right through it but remained silent. He was letting his bright eyes do the work. They were judging and heavy and Mike couldn’t meet them with his own pale eyes.
A minute or so passed. Neither of them spoke and Mike could feel the weight of something on his shoulders continue to try and drag him down. It was getting heavier. He glanced at Tré who was smiling and waiting. Waiting for him to unburden himself.
“They say that you can be bisexual your entire life and never have any real clue. Or that you can go your entire life without having any kind of relationship with the same gender,” Mike said in one long rush of words. He had heard Billie Joe say something along those lines a few times in the past.
Mike was relieved that Tré decided to play dumb. “Is that what they say?”
“Billie’s never been with a guy,” Mike blurted out quickly. Tré’s eyebrows rose in his surprise. “Never. All the stuff he does is just a show.”
Tré leaned forward and asked skeptically, “You don’t think he’s what he says he is?”
“I think he’s married and likes to fuck with people.” Anger boiled in Mike’s chest. He wasn’t sure if it was at Billie or himself. Billie just liked to have fun. Was it really his fault that his fun made Mike’s heart tighten painfully every single time?
Tré sat back and smiled some kind of knowing smile. Mike shifted under the gaze and rubbed his palms against his thighs. Mike was ready for a question. He was ready for Tré to call him out on his feelings for Billie. But…that’s not what happened.
“Have you ever been with a man?” The question was like a punch to the gut in its effectiveness. He never liked to think about it too much because the only man he’s ever thought about was Billie. He’d never really even lusted after a man. He’d always been attracted toward women and he never questioned it. Until, that is, Mr. Armstrong.
“Well?”
His buzz was still there but he was still far too sober for this kind of conversation. This kind of talk was not something he wanted to discuss sober. “What does that have to do with anything? Have you ever been with a man?”
“Yeah, a few times,” Tré admitted quickly with a shrug. Bullshit.
“Bullshit,” Mike’s voice echoed his thoughts. A broad smile broke the drummer’s face and his eyes lit up. Mike was suddenly wondering if the one he was so sure to be entirely straight out of the three of them was actually the one that was the least straight.
“Have you ever been with a man?” Tré questioned again. “Its not a hard question.” His fingers curled around his knee and his smile was even wider. Tré looked like a kid who knew too much and was going to use it to get exactly what he wanted. He looked eager.
“No, I haven’t.”
“Would you like to?”
Mike was sure he heard Tré wrong. “What?”
“Would you like to?” Tré repeated himself and Mike heard him right that time. “Aren’t you curious?” He tried not to think about Billie. Tried so very hard.
“Ummm…I guess so, maybe. I don‘t know.” Mike cleared his throat and looked down at his hands in an uncomfortable fashion. Tré leaned forward again.
He pictured it in his head. Slowly opening some door and seeing Billie turn over on the bed at the sudden light invading his sleep. He’d shield his eyes until Mike shut the door behind him. “Mike?” he’d question in the dark. Mike wouldn’t answer him. He’d step forward and lean on to the bed until he was close enough to lean in and kiss Billie. Kiss him like he’d always wanted to. Kiss him like it wasn’t a game. And of course…Billie would have no objection because its Mike’s imaginary world. And his mind was a happy place of consensual sex.
He forced himself to snap out of his thoughts and get back on track to what Tré was talking about.
“You know the only way to really live is experience.” Mike’s eyes narrowed at Tré who shrugged. “It’s what they say.“
“Is it really?”
Tré stood up and held his arms out wide as he spoke. “How are you supposed to know if you like something if you don’t try it at least once?”
“I don’t know. You’re right,” Mike admitted and looked back toward the small bedroom set up in the rear of the bus.
A delicious thought Tré’s bed with Billie on it arcing back into his touch. Hot skin and smudged eyeliner around tightly closed eyes. Mike was too horny to be thinking like this. He tried to discard the images appearing in his head.
Mike suddenly realized that Tré was standing over him, between his long spread legs. His heart then jumped into his throat as another realization hit him in the shape of a knee sliding on to the couch and coming to rest about the same place Billie’s beer had been earlier.
Holy shit. This wasn’t happening was it?
Mike pressed further into the cushions and met Tré’s eyes as the man began to lean down. He put a hand up and stopped Tré’s descent. “Woah, woah. Slow down here. What‘s going on?” He didn’t answer with words but actions.
Tré put his other knee down on the couch so he was straddling Mike’s leg. A hand snaked in between Mike’s legs. The sudden pressure and heat caught Mike off guard. He gasped in shock and in that quick moment Tré leaned down and pressed his lips against Mike’s.
The kiss was worlds apart from his earlier kiss with Billie. Tré was strong and there was nothing clumsy or teasing about it. Tré pushed forward and didn’t hold back. Before Mike could get his bearings that hand pressed against him again. It was something wicked he did with his palm and Mike couldn’t stop from groaning against Tré’s mouth.
That’s when things got a bit blurry. Tré pushed harder and licked at his lip until their tongues were interlocked. Hands began to roam freely over panting bodies. Tré moved so smoothly and confidently that Mike didn’t even give a second thought to where it might be going. To where he’s never been before. Because Tré began unbuckling Mike’s belt with those drummer’s fingers and kissing a path down Mike’s neck. His tongue was hot and ran soothingly over spots where teeth scratched over skin.
“Don’t worry,” Tré whispered against Mike’s neck before he began to move down his body. His fingers left Mike’s undone belt and ran across the fabric of Mike’s white wife beater. He was on his knees in front of Mike, between his long legs. Mike looked down at his friend but couldn’t work up the will to tell him to stop. The situation was setting off alarms in his head but he was the right mixture of drunk and horny to be able to ignore them.
Tré was smiling softly and there was a hot palm settled on Mike’s thigh. His belt buckled clanked loudly as Tré pushed it out of the way to get to Mike’s zipper. He leaned down and put his soft lips to a small piece of Mike’s exposed stomach and followed those lips with a hand. His fingers were hot as they moved up his abdomen. Mike closed his eyes and took at deep shuddering breath.
He felt his pants pulled open and Tré’s fingernails scraped down over his tensed stomach. Mike bit down on his tongue to keep the hiss from leaving his throat. A slight groan did escape despite his efforts though.
“Fuck, Mike,” Tré said with humor in his voice. “You must work out.” His hand was massaging back over Mike’s stomach. Mike smiled nervously at Tré’s attempt to calm him down. His hand gripped the cushion of the sofa tightly anyway and he didn’t open his eyes.
There was another jerk on Mike’s pants and then a warm breath hit his hip as Tré’s hand moved into the opening. Hot fingers slid over sensitive flesh accompanied by sharp teeth against his protruding hip bone. Mike’s eyes screwed shut even tighter and he knew there was no turning back now.
Tré didn’t waste anymore time and Mike wondered if he could sense his sudden fear of the situation. He opened his eyes and saw his own hand move too slowly to try and halt what was going on. Tré pulled Mike’s hard on out of his pants and ran his tongue from base to tip before surrounding it with his mouth.
“Fucking--” Mike’s curse got lost as his throat closed up on him. His hand fell defeated to grip the cushion again.
Tré seemed to know exactly what he was doing. The heat of his mouth made Mike want to cry out but he kept everything bottled up to the minimal amounts of noises. At least, until Tré moaned himself and seemed to double his efforts. Mike gasped loudly and let his head fall back. He felt dizzy and high, like he was on the most incredible drug he’d ever taken. He couldn’t describe it in words if he wanted to. He didn’t want to let go, didn’t want to give in to the talents of Tré Cool. But as the gasps, grunts, and wet slurps filled Mike’s ears he lost the fight.
He said Tré’s name in warning, even blindly threw a hand to Tré’s shoulder. But it only spurred the drummer on. And it was over. A wordless shout flooded through Mike’s lips and Tré didn’t pull back.
Mike opened his eyes wide and stared at the ceiling of the bus. His breathing was hard and ragged, his throat was dry. He could also hear Tré’s heavy breathing and felt those strong fingers flexing on his thigh. Fuck.
Tré’s head rested against Mike’s knee for a couple moments and then he straightened himself and Mike could see the movement out of the bottom of his vision. He closed his eyes and it suddenly dawned on him that he was just sucked off by one of his best friends. More shockingly, Tré. Tré FUCKING Cool. FUCK.
He was unsure of what to do next. Mike let his eyes open to small slits and hoped maybe Tré would back off or…something. With one last squeeze of Mike’s thigh, Tré stood up where he had been kneeling. Exactly between Mike’s widely spread legs. Mike could easily see the hard on Tré was sporting in his shorts and had to forget about the backing off idea. Tré stretched his back and Mike could see the tension in his jaw. He was even more unsure of what to do next then he was before.
Mike wet his dry bottom lip and pushed himself up to a more comfortable position. He was still exposed and slightly dizzy.
“Look, ummm…” he stammered on his words and tried to nonchalantly put his dick back into his pants. Tré let his body fall to the seat across from Mike and his eyes were heavy and watching Mike’s every move. Mike stared at Tré’s thickly smudged eyeliner outlining his eyes. Tré didn’t say anything but instead waited. Mike cleared his throat with the sight of Tré trying to keep his fingers from touching himself. They were resting on his thigh and reluctantly obeying Tré’s commands to stay still.
Mike began again, “I can…what…I can take care of…” Mike pointed half heartedly at Tré’s erection and then said, “I’ve never.” He cursed his brain for not being able to complete an entire sentence let alone thought. His face felt like it was on fire as Tré smiled at him.
Tré then seemed to seriously consider Mike and then he smiled again, slightly forced. “That’s ok.”
Mike felt relieved but for the sake of his pride he continued. “No, I can.” He began to push himself forward when Tré shook his head.
“No,” he said. “Seriously, its ok.” Tré smiled reassuringly at him. Mike knew it showed when the tension and nervousness left his body but Tré didn’t seem to take offense. But Mike couldn’t look up from his still undone jeans. A few moments passed in silence then Tré stood up.
“I’ll…be right back,” he announced. Mike smirked to himself as Tré disappeared into his restroom. But then the guilt brought back the frown. He felt like he had used Tré somehow. But then he hadn’t been the one to initiate anything. Tré had started everything. He had admitted out right that he’d never done anything with a man before, but Tré continued. Yet he still felt a bit like an asshole as he looked up at the closed door with the light shining through the crack at the bottom.
Tré exited after a few minutes and smiled with a slight tinge of embarrassment. He shrugged in some sort of apology and Mike felt even more like an asshole.
“I think you’re pretty much stuck here for a little while. I’m going to get some sleep. So, you know, I have this huge bed if you don’t want to stay out on that couch.” Tré pointed a thumb toward the back of the bus. Mike sat up straight and nodded slowly. His earlier image of Billie on that bed was replaced by Tré’s sleeping form.
“Yeah, thanks,” he said. He wanted to apologize or say something about what had happened but the words never came.
Tré smiled. “Whenever you want or whatever,” he said. Mike nodded again and Tré vanished again but this time into the back room of the bus. Mike noticed that Tré didn’t shut the door entirely, letting Mike know the invitation was still on the table.
Mike turned away from the door and pulled his pants back up over his hips. He buttoned and buckled them back up with only a few thoughts back to how they had gotten undone. Then he laid himself down on the couch and tried to close his eyes and get some sleep.
End Part 1 of 3.
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