When I Come Around - last part (?)
Author: timrod
Rating: NC17 overall
Pairing: Billie Joe/other
Disclaimer: I don't own Green Day.
Part 1 - http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2953785.html#cutid1
Part 2 - http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2954009.html
Part 3 - http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2954629.html
Part 4 - http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2955105.html
Part 5 - http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2956943.html
Part 6 - http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2957718.html
Part 7 - http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2958836.html
Part 8 - http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2960069.html
Part 9a http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2963373.html
Part 9b http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2965012.html
Part 10a http://comingclean.livejournal.com/2966647.html
Despite them both being hungry, their unconventional breakfast took almost until lunchtime to eat, mainly because they talked and kissed and laughed so much between spoonfuls. Sometimes, they fed each other, what started off as a romantic gesture soon becoming a virtual food fight, and it was pretty much inevitable that one of them was going to end up with chocolate somewhere other than in their mouth. That someone turned out to be Billie, giggling at another outrageous Jayism with an ambitiously overloaded spoon midway between the plate and his face, the result being a sticky stripe which decorated his groin and the floor beneath him. Jay grabbed the napkin that had been so badly abused the previous night, adding cheesecake to the somewhat crispy fabric and an extra inch or so to Billie’s cock when he kissed it on the way back up to his stool. Billie grinned, his eyes twinkling.
“So. Fucking. Compatible. Once not enough for you, either, huh?”
“Apparently not. Billie ...?”
“Mmmm?”
“Do we have to go out today?”
“I gotta get you a present, and I thought we were having dinner ..”
“We can eat here and you really don’t need to buy me anything. You spent far too much on me already,”
Billie whined, as if it was him being denied a treat. “But I want to. Jay, I want today to be extra special for you”
The drummer took a long sip of his coffee, slid from his stool once more and dropped to kneel on the unforgiving slate-grey tile, smooth and slow, his voice little above a whisper. “You already did that. It’s your turn now.”
If there was one trait that Billie admired above all others in Jay, it was his boundless enthusiasm. For the past week, every new experience had been approached with the same eagerness, and now it would seem that giving head could be added to that list. Billie let his robe gape wide, grateful for a dull day and the accidentally perfect positioning of a spotlight in the ceiling, its full beam directed at the man who was alternately sucking and staring spellbound at his swollen dick. Jay’s fingers, warm and sticky, spanned creamy thighs, Billie’s tangled in his hair when they weren’t stroking along his jawline.
“Aaww, fuck, that’s wonderful.”
“Yeah, it was when you did this to me.” Jay swiped his tongue over Billie’s slit, humming and nodding slowly. “You taste okay - like the ice-cream at your Mom’s.”
“Oh, Jesus, the lube ... Jay, do you want me to ....?” The drummer answered Billie’s unuttered question with another sensuous, sensational lick, and the singer sighed with relief. The last thing he wanted to do right now was stop this before it had even started.
“I’m good, Billie. Sit back and relax, I wanna show you how much I love you.”
Just the same as with the earlier fuck, Jay had no preconceptions about doing this - he simply went for it, repeating any move that made Billie moan like a ten dollar whore, and he found that he knew quite a lot of those. At times, the singer had to brace his arms against the counter to stop himself sliding from the stool, but the need to touch his lover far outweighed the fear of falling, and his hands resumed their cradling of the reddened face between his knees. Jay sounded as satisfied with the flavour now flooding his mouth as he had with his first taste of cheesecake. His tongue was particularly incredible - long and flexible, and the most wonderful blend of rough and smooth, like velvet stroked against the pile, and it wasn’t long before Billie’s electrified reactions prompted him to reach for his hard-on, and start the parallel descent into his own private oblivion.
Maybe because this was his first blow job in a good many months, or the first from or man, or maybe just because it was Jay, Billie was soon struggling to suppress the desire to come. Whether Jay was guided by the instinct of somebody who understood the workings of the male body, or by vivid memories of last night’s encounter between Billie’s mouth and his cock, this was as darn near perfect as made no difference. Jay might not have been stimulating Billie’s G-spot, but he sure as hell had found A through F. There was a symbiotic element to this act, too - the more enjoyable a particular move was for Billie, the more Jay was driven to find a new way to please him. He was totally absorbed in getting this right, emitting a constant purr from the back of his throat, a purr that grew louder when Billie tugged a spiky handful of his hair, urgently needing to get his attention as his balls threatened to launch a coup against his brain.
“That’s fucking beautiful. Baby, you might wanna ...” Jay pulled off with a noisy slurp, shook his head briefly and carried on where he had left off with renewed vigour. Billie choked out a giggle at his wordless response. “Okay. If you’re sure.”
“ ‘m shgure ...” Jay’s gurgled answer was reinforced with a squeeze of Billie’s heavy sac, and immediately, his job was done.
“Oh, Jesus, YES! Jay ...”
With his lover’s name echoing around the room, Billie succumbed. His whole body went rigid, muscles tensing as the tingle in his balls transmuted into all-over spasms of ecstasy that rendered him boneless, the man between his legs the only thing stopping him from sliding to the floor. Jay flinched at the initial jet of heat that hit the back of his throat, but he willed himself to stay put, sucking and swallowing continually until Billie wilted in his mouth, fully spent. Only then, he rose from his knees, and screaming like a demon, allowed his own orgasm to rip through him, opalescent puddles splashing and spreading over the pristine floor between his feet. Now, it was the turn of Billie to provide support as Jay’s legs all but gave way beneath him, turning him gently into the inevitable kiss. Lips finally peeled apart, although their limbs - and their hearts - remained entwined.
“Shit.”
“Fuck, yeah. Good?”
“Good. Perfect. Love you.”
“That’s twice we’ve done this in the kitchen. I can see us needing to keep a stash of lube in every room in the fucking house.”
”Sounds like a plan, but we can always use butter or oil if we get carried away down here. Hey, we could try mayo, too,” Jay looked appalled, and again, Billie giggled, running his tongue over his teeth. “Kidding. Vanilla jizz, though. You coulda just invented the next big thing in ice cream.”
Jay laughed, getting a whiff of the very flavour Billie was talking about as his breath bounced off the warm skin of his neck. “We made a fucking mess of the floor again. Bernie spent forever cleaning up in here after my cooking lesson.”
“We’re gonna have to do a lot of work before she gets here next week. The sheets, especially.” Billie added, “Although they’re the good kind of dirty.”
“Fuck, yeah. I suppose we’ll have to tell her about us. I mean, she’ll notice that I’m not using my old room anymore, won’t she?”
“Yeah, we’ll have to tell her. Gotta let Jake, Mom and Mike in on this, too - they’re the ones who need to know.”
“Yeah. When should we tell them?”
“Dunno - tomorrow? I mean, we are really fucking positive about this, aren’t we?”
“Yeah, absolutely. The sooner we tell them, the better, I think. How do you think they’ll react? I mean, won’t his be kind of a surprise?”
“I don’t think I can surprise anyone anymore. Mom started giving me the ‘yes, dear’ response when I was still a kid.”
“So you think she’ll be cool with this, with us?”
“Yeah, I think so. She just wants me to be happy.” He planted chocolatey lips on Jay’s nose. “And I am.”
“Yeah, me too.”
After another tender, reaffirming kiss and a short dispute about who should have the last mouthful of cheesecake, Jay leaned back against the counter, pulling his robe tight against the blast of outside air that suddenly swirled around the kitchen and shocked them into the reality of the fact that they were no longer alone.
*****
“Am I interrupting something?”
“Hey, Jake, we were just talking about you. Wanna coffee?” Jay wondered at how fucking casual Billie acted, slipping from his seat and wrapping himself in white towelling, hurrying to conceal a cock with a very conspicuous chocolate tide mark around its base, although, oddly, he appeared to be in no particular rush. He was, however, too late. Jake’s eyes were so very obviously drawn to the spotlit part of Billie’s nakedness, which at least gave Jay a chance to knot the belt of his own robe and preserve what little was left of his modesty.
“So do you wanna tell me what the fuck is going on here?” Jake sat where Billie placed his cup, in full view of the glistening pools on the floor tiles. Billie followed his gaze and grinned sheepishly, quickly picking up the dinner napkin and removed most of the evidence with a hasty swipe.
“Have I really gotta spell it out, Jakey? I - we - had an epiphany.” The new lovers settled onto the seats on the other side of the counter, Billie grazing Jay’s knuckles with a soft kiss before interlocking their fingers and resting them on the cheesecake-crumbed surface.
“That’s what you call it, is it? I mean, seriously, man, I had no idea.”
“Me neither, not until last night, when I got back. I realised how much I’d missed him, told him I loved him, and by some fucking miracle, he loves me.”
“Jesus. Wow. I mean, wow.” Jake took a huge gulp of his drink in a vain attempt to clear his mind as Jay scraped his stool over the floor, metal on stone, closing the gap between them to present a united front against the world.
“Yeah, it’s kinda out there just how quick it happened, but it’s true, I love him. We were gonna tell you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yeah. We got today planned out - we decided to make it my birthday, seeing as I got no clue when it really is. It’s been pretty special so far and we only just got out of bed.” The two men exchanged a not-so secretive smile and a downright blatant grope of each other’s asses. “You were wrong, Billie. Jake seems pretty surprised to me.”
“Surprised? Fuck, yeah, just a little. As in a lot.”
“It surprised us, too, but we’re serious, Jake. This is it - the whole angel-choir-and-unicorns-shitting-rainbows real deal.”
“Have you even thought this through? I mean, your career, your Mom...”
“Mom’ll be cool, I’m sure of that, and as for my career, I don’t think me fucking another guy is gonna change my voice.” Billie continued, his words muffled in Jay’s finger-mussed hair, “He’s honest and funny and thoughtful and cute and everything I could wish for, and if I never sell another fucking record, i won’t care, as long as I’ve got him.”
Jake drained his cup, fixed himself a refill and settled back in his seat, all in silence, his two friends huddled together, watching him with anxious eyes. No matter how determined Billie was to commit himself fully to Jay, Jake’s approval of this new relationship mattered. The taller man took a sip of his coffee and sighed before speaking.
“Okay, first, I gotta say sorry, guys. This was just a bit of a ...”
“Surprise?”
“Yeah, and then some. I’m happy for you, both of you. It’s about time you found someone, Billie, and yeah, Jay’s a nice guy, but ... oh, god, I so fucking don’t want to be the one to piss on your parade ....” Jake took a huge breath, steeling himself to deliver the body-blow that could end his friends’ new-found bliss before it began. “Look, I came over because I’ve been trying to contact you all morning. I called your cell ... “
“It’s dead. Still.”
“Yeah I guessed that. You used mine the whole time in New York, remember? Then I tried the house number and it wouldn’t connect ..” A quick glance revealed that the phone had been unplugged from the wall outlet, and replaced with the hand blender that Jay had used for the finishing touches to last night’s dinner “ ... and I even tried the unknown number from this morning ... that went straight to voicemail.”
“That’ll be Jay’s phone - it’s in our room. I turned it off after I sent the message so we wouldn’t get disturbed while we were fuck....” Billie blushed. “Sorry.”
“Yeah, too much information there, Billie.”
Billie apologised again, but flashed Jay the slyest of sideways looks. “So what’s so important that it couldn’t wait?”
“Well, looks like the cops had the same trouble trying to reach you as I did. They turned up at the studio this morning. Jay, they think they found out who you are.”
*****
Jake’s offer to drive to the downtown police station was accepted, Billie choosing to sit in the back seat with Jay, too distracted and distressed to drive himself. They held hands, but stared out of opposite windows at the rain-dulled city, neither of them wanting to put their latent fears into words. Billie had imagined a dozen different endings to this day whilst he showered and dressed, most of them culminating in Jay’s reunion with a wife and children, a girlfriend - even another boyfriend. Jay, too, sat in silence, worrying about his fate and his future, all of it completely out of his control. Jake was no less upset than his sullen passengers, feeling a little like he was just about to tie two adorable puppies into a sack and throw them off a bridge. In the parking lot, he opted to stay in the car, not wanting to risk a good luck hug that he knew would most likely end in tears for all three of them.
The stale-smelling waiting room was almost deserted. Jay told the desk clerk his name and took the chair next to Billie, who was inspecting his shoes, hunched like a vulture over a fresh kill, still avoiding all eye contact. On a list of things that made him want to throw up, a police station ran a very close second to the stench of a hospital. Doors opened and closed, Jay flinching every time, until finally, a female officer approached them.
“Mr Cool?”
“Yeah, that’s me. Sort of.”
“Officer Brannigan is ready to see you. This way, please.”
“Yeah, sure. Billie?” Jay laid his hand on Billie’s forearm, and they looked into each others’ eyes for the first time since Jake’s bombshell, matching fake, forced smiles on their faces. “Come with me?”
“Yeah, if that’s what you want.”
“I do.”
“Okay.” Billie stood, shoulders hunched and hands stuffed deep into pockets to help him resist the urge to hug, or better still, grab Jay and run for the exit, never to return. He sniffed and swallowed hard, waiting for the officer to take a few steps away from them before he spoke, hushed and with his voice breaking. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you. I’ll fucking fight for you if I have to. I’m not gonna lose you now.” With those words, he held his head high and strode after the policewoman, Jay close behind him, wiping his face on his sleeve.
They had to wait for them to find an extra chair for Billie, and although the room was over-heated and airless, neither of the musicians as much as unbuttoned their jackets. Two uniformed men sat on the far side of a battered steel desk, the female officer standing by the door, almost as if she was blocking their escape, and Billie imagined another scenario, one where Jay was a wanted criminal and he was going to lose him that way. A few sheets of official - looking paper were strewn over the desk, including a printed-out photo of Jay in hospital, bearded and with dark, matted hair, strikingly different from the man on whom all attention was focussed right now. Brannigan turned out to be the officer from that first day, and after a cursory exchange of pleasantries and half-hearted handshakes, the policemen got down to business.
“So, Mr Cool ...”
“Call me Jay, please.”
“Alright, Jay it is. Still no progress with your memory?”
“No, still nothing. Billie’s shown me lots of stuff, taken me round the city but .... nothing.”
“Okay. We’ll try something else.” The officer shuffled the papers and drew out a picture of an older man with a shock of white hair and a beard to match, sliding it over the steel. “Do you recognise this man at all? Take your time.”
Jay obediently took a long look, before slowly shaking his head and dropping the photograph back onto the desk. “Nope. Means nothing to me. Who is he?”
“His name is Frank Wright, and we believe he is your father.”
“My father?” Jay hunched over the picture, trying to see any resemblance, any glimmer of recognition. “Wow. My father ... is he here?”
“No, he’s at home. He refused to come in, It appears that you didn’t part on the best of terms.” Brannigan pulled out another document, tracing his finger down it as he reacquainted himself with the facts. “Around two weeks ago, you walked out after an argument. You told him you needed some space, took the truck and drove off. According to your father, you took nothing, just the truck and whatever you had in your pockets. The missing persons inquiry actually came from Lori - your sister.”
“Sister? Okay ....” Two hearts flickered with hope at the fact that so far, no mention had been made of a partner.
Billie unwrapped the arms that had been folded defensively across his chest and sat up a little straighter “Is she here?”
“Yes, she’s upstairs. You can see her in a minute, but let’s just finish up here first, can we? We started by looking for the truck - that’s what your father was most concerned about, getting that back. We found it, in a parking lot downtown, and got CCTV footage of you walking into a bar down on Twentieth, but when you came out, we lost track of you in a side street. The barman remembered you saying you needed to find somewhere to stay, so we checked local hotels and came up with nothing, then we went back to the homeless community near the studio.”
“And they remembered me?”
“Hell, yeah. According to what you told them, you got robbed some time that first night - lost your keys, your money, everything, and they looked after you to save you a night in jail sobering up - they’re not exactly the let’s-call-the-cops types, lucky for you. They said you were pretty drunk, although the barman swears he only sold you three drinks.”
“I believe that. He’s a fucking lightweight when it comes to alcohol.” Billie smiled and risked a quick squeeze of Jay’s hand.
“That’s about all we can find out. You slept rough for four or five nights, panhandled with the bums during the day, talked very little - you didn’t even tell them your name - and then disappeared. That must have been the day you got shot. None of this comes back to you?”
“No, not a thing, but I’ll take your word for it.”
“Well, it looks like our job is done. Do you want to see your sister now?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I suppose so. Just one more thing ...” Jay shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. “What is my name?”
“Sorry - didn’t I say? It’s the same as your father’s - Frank Wright - Frank EDWIN Wright.”
Jay repeated the name a couple of times, emphasising different parts of it before continuing.
“Thanks. So can I see ....”
“Lori.”
“Yeah, Lori.”
“Yes, of course. Wait here, we’ll send her in, Mr Wright.”
“Thank you, and if it’s all the same to you, I’m gonna stick with Jay Cool. I think that’s who I’d rather be.”
The reunion was awkward and for Billie with his background of growing up in a close family, very emotional. Jay tried to be enthusiastic, but it was obvious he had no memory of any feelings for the woman who threw herself into his arms. At times she screamed at him, calling him stubborn and stupid, at other times she simply held him, crying on his shoulder or staring into eyes that were kind, but showed no sign of recognition. After listening to a potted life history and the story of his disappearance from her point of view, he gave her his cell number and, with Billie’s permission, his address, arranging to meet her at their father’s home at the weekend, and although he hugged her back, she was still nothing more than a stranger when they parted.
Outside, the rain had stopped and the sun was making a feeble effort to break through. They slouched across the parking lot, a few paces apart, and Jake, who had been watching the door like a private investigator on a stake-out, braced himself for bad news on the strength of their body language. They climbed into the back seat as before, and he turned to give an encouraging smile, desperate to know what had happened, but afraid to ask. Billie smiled back, grabbing Jay’s hand and kissing the knuckles.
“It’s all okay, Jake. He’s still mine. It just got a little heavy in there.”
“So you’re not married with fifteen kids?”
“No. Just the kind of jerk who runs out on his war hero father.”
“Love, it’s not as simple as that and you know it.”
“Yeah, well, let’s just say I don’t like myself very much right now.”
“Jay, you’ve more than done your duty. You got a right to a life of your own, just like Lori has. Oh, man, come here ...” Billie pulled him in close and kissed his hair tenderly. “It’ll be fine, I’ll get him all the help he needs, I promise.”
“You’d do that for him?”
“No. I’d do that for you. Whatever it takes, remember? Jay, you’ve got a future. You’ve got to start thinking about yourself, what you want.”
“I guess so.”
“I KNOW so.”
Whilst his lover pulled himself back together in his arms, Billie filled in the details to a rather confused-looking Jake, explaining how Jay shared a home with a combat veteran who was still a victim of the horror of his time in action, see-sawing between fits of rage and deep depression. “Lori - that’s his sister - said their father’s a very difficult man to live with, that’s why she moved out over ten years ago - too many arguments. She’s amazed Jay stood it for so long. She visited at the weekend, got worried about him not getting in touch or coming back to pick up his stuff, and called the cops. Oh, yeah, and it’s pretty freaky, but it turns out that today really is his birthday.”
“Shit, really? That is freaky.”
“Yeah. He’s forty, too. Fucking freaky.”
Jake stretched over to squeeze the almost back-to-normal drummer’s knee and managed to extract a fairly genuine smile from him. “How d’ya feel about dropping by Mike’s place, maybe getting something to eat, a coupla beers to celebrate, too? I got his tapes in the trunk - I was gonna deliver them on the way home from your place since I have no fucking clue when you were ever gonna turn up to work again.”
“Sounds great to me. Billie?”
“I’m never gonna say no, now, am I?”
The drummer grinned, and there was no mistaking the happiness behind his smile this time. “Cool. D’ya think I can get one of those fancy coffee beer things again?”
“Yeah, absolutely. Two, if you want.”
“I want.” Jay murmured softly against Billie’s chest “Life begins ....”
“Yeah, it does. It really does. Happy birthday, my Mister Right.”