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Missing You Through Cracked Elbows and Insults	By : druscillaryan Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 1712 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Missing You through Cracked Elbows and Insults
- 2-Part Two
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Missing You Through Cracked Elbows and Insults
Part One

Bille rolled over, cursing when his hand fell onto the empty side of the bed. "Damn you, Mike Dirnt." Groaning, he rolled onto his boyfriend's side of the bed, burying his face in Mike's pillow, trying to inhale it's scent and just sputtering from nearly suffocating himself.

Cursing more liberally, the dark haired boy -- because even at twenty-five, Billie Joe was still very much an immature boy -- walked to the bathroom, hating his boyfriend for not being there to take care of his ... predicament.

He turned on the water, stripping as he waited for it to warm up. Glancing at the mirror, he laughed. Mike had written him a good-bye note in lipstick.

I'll be back soon, so stop pouting and cursing. I love you.

Giggling -- because Billie Joe giggled -- he stepped into the shower, closing his eyes as one hand pressed against the wall to brace him, the other wrapping around his erection.

He pictured blue eyes staring at him, kissing him hotly before calloused fingers slipped down his chest, a warm mouth engulfing him. Billie's hand worked feverishly back and forth as he imagined his boyfriend on his knees, tongue swiping across the slit of his cock, before taking him in until Billie hit the back of his throat.

Billie bit his lip as his hand pumped his cock harder. Breathy sounds escaped the back of his throat. "M-Mike!" he cried as he exploded into his hand. His knees went weak and buckled. "Fuck!" Billie cried as his elbow collided with the porclein bathtub. "I hate you, Mike Dirnt." he muttered as water ran down his face, stinging his eyes.

* * *

Billie Joe was rummaging through the closet when the phone rang. Crossing the room, he picked it up, nearly shrieking when he heard Mike's voice.

"Hey, sexy. What are you wearing?" A laugh sounded from the other end.

"Nothing, you bastard." Bille answered. "I just jerked off and nearly broke my elbow because of you."

"Sounds kinky ... in a sick, pathetic way, Bille Joe." Mike teased.

"What? You didn't jerk off to me?" Bille asked, pouting. "I'm offended, Michael, deeply hurt."

"Oh, shut up, you drama queen. Of course I beat off to you. Twice, in fact." The younger man laughed. "It's only until tomorrow night, Bille. We'll live."

"Barely." the green eyed boy grumbled. "I'm going to have to get incredibly drunk and pass out or else my wrist is going to fall off."

"You're so weird, babe." Mike said, laughing.

"It's why you love me."

"Of course."

Bille sat down on the bed, fingers tracing Mike's pillow. His eyes shadowed slightly, as a small pout formed on his lips. "Miss you."

"I know, baby, I know. I miss you, too."

* * *

Bille sat in front of the TV, beer in his hand as his other flipped through the channels. He glanced at the phone, waiting for it to ring and laughed slightly as the lyrics to 'Longview' flashed through his head.

He sighed, leaning his head backward and closing his eyes. It was quite rare that he and Mike went somewhere without the other. It had been that way even before they were dating. They were just close, insperable, month-apart twins his mom used to call them.

But Mike had to run off and visit a friend for reasons he refused to tell Billie, insisting he didn't have anything on the side. ("You insanely jealous, neurotic freak.") Mike was the only person who could make insults sound like terms of endearment.

Bille sat up as the opening chords to 'Basket Case' sounded on MTV. If he couldn't be with Mike, at least he could look at him. "I sound like a twelve-year old teeny bopper. And I'm talking to myself."

He snatched the phone up as it began to ring. "Hello?"

"Is William Joseph Armstrong in?"

"That's Billie Joe." he replied. "And I don't want whatever you're selling. I'm trying to watch a hot guy shake his ass on TV so call back later." He hung up, smiling as he leaned forward, chin resting on his hand, nondamaged elbow resting on his knee. His green eyes brightened as he watched his boyfriend play bass, that 'sex face' Billie teased him about quite obvious.

* * *

"But Mi-ike," Billie whined into the phone, "I miss you! You can't stay an extra day."

"Billie Joe, you sound like a four year old girl when you whine." Mike said, chuckling. "And I can't help it. I have to stay an extra day."

"You can't."

"And why's that?" he challenged.

"I have a short attention span. I'll accidentally forget about you and find someone else." Billie replied.

"Oh, hush. You're insane."

Billie pouted.

* * *

Mike pressed his lips to Billie's in a heated kiss, hands snaking down to rub against the bulge in his boyfriend's pants. "Someone's happy to see me." he murmured, his words tickling the boy's lips.

"Fuck me." Billie demanded, his lips tearing carnivorously at Mike's. "We'll talk after."

Smiling, Mike's graceful fingers worked at the button and zipper of Billie's too tight jeans. He pulled away to tug the jeans off his boyfriend's almost squirming form. "Love you."

"Love you, too." Bille said. "Now fuck me already!"

Without hesitation, and plenty of lust in his blue eyes, Mike slowly slipped his index finger into his mouth before slipping the digit inside his impatient lover.

Billie Joe moaned, pressing down against Mike and crying out as another finger slipped inside him. "Oh, fuck, baby. Ah, hell. Fuck me?"

Mike smiled, removing his fingers. "Naughty, naughty. You didn't say the magic word."

"Jesus fucking Christ!"

"Close enough." Mike said, fully sheathing himself inside Billie Joe within seconds.

* * *

"Fuck, Mike!" Billie Joe's eyes flew open and he cursed. God damn fucking son of a bitch dreams.

He glanced at the clock and cursed again when the phone rang, even though he knew it was his boyfriend. "Hello?"

"You just woke up, didn't you?" Mike asked.

"Yes, I did." Billie snapped. "From a sex dream. If you were here this wouldn't have happened."

"Stop pouting. I'll be home tonight." Mike said, laughing. "Just go jerk off and get insanely drunk."

"I'm jumping you as soon as you walk through that door." Billie warned him.

Mike grinned. "I'll hold you to that, babe."

"You better."

* * *

Billie stood in front of the mirror, pouting. Clothes were thrown around the room at random. I don't know why I'm going through this much trouble when they're just going to come off.

He walked into the bathroom to put on some eyeliner when his gaze lighted on Mike's note, which he still hadn't bothered to wipe off the mirror. A scheming grin lit up his face.

--- TBC ---

This story was actually four parts, but I'm combing them so that there are only two because the parts were rather short.

So ... the sex.
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