"Two Dollar Bill" Green Day, Billie/Mike, T
Title: Two Dollar Bill
Fandom: Green Day
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Rating: T / PG-13
Prompt: #26 Serving. (My Table)
Warning: Drugs, slash, the usual. Young!Billie and Mike.
A/n: I wasn't sure what def. of 'serving' they wanted, so I picked drugs. I mean, come on... Two Dollar Bill? Why not... Also, I could totally turn this into prostitution. Sequel? Hehe...
D/c: They're mine! Okay, fine. No they aren't.
“’Two-Dollar Bill’?” Mike laughed, taking a drag from his own joint, watching Billie Joe smoke through glassy eyes. Billie grinned.
“Whatever makes the money, man. It gets me business.” Billie exhaled smoke slowly, closing his eyes. He missed Mike’s eyes crossing over his thin frame.
“'Two-Dollar Bill'...” He trailed off for a moment in hazy thought. “You know, I’ve got two bucks...” He suggested. Billie cracked open one eye and lazily cast a look to his best friend.
“You know you don’t hafta pay, I offer it to ya.” He slipped his eye closed once more, trusting the back wall of their school for support.
Mike swallowed hard, his burning joint forgotten momentarily. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of Billie. The boy was pale and forbidden, but so open. He was laying his body against the wall so heavily that he seemed boneless. His eyeliner was dark and tempting. The smoke that passed his lips seemed to brighten the pink flesh. And Mike was hungry to taste those lips, having no idea why.
“Maybe I think you should have it.” Mike voiced, throat suddenly dry. Billie finally met his eyes with that comment.
”Dude, you know I owe you for a lot, it’s no problem. Really, I swear.” Billie knew that Mike obsessively paid people back for whatever it was that he borrowed. However, Billie was convinced that Mike owed him absolutely nothing. He also was oblivious to the bloodthirsty look on Mike’s face.
“I really want you to have it though...” Mike insisted, fingers losing feeling. He dropped what was left of his joint and pushed himself off of the wall. He stood looming in front of his best friend.
“Mikey...?” Billie was starting to catch on to the fact that something was crossing through his best friend’s mind. However, in his blazed state, he could barely comprehend what was being said.
“Hey Bill? I have an idea...” Mike suggested, standing in front of the shorter boy. Billie’s eyes slowly searched Mike’s face, interest and suspicion crossing his features.
“Something to do with my name?” Billie asked, trying desperately to think clearly.
“M-maybe there’s something else I can buy?” Mike asked, suddenly extremely nervous and finding that his eyes couldn’t be torn from those smoky pink lips.
Billie finally understood, and was surprisingly mellow about it. He tried to push himself off of the wall, but his head was too heavy. Mike noticed his movement and took a chance, hoping that he wasn’t hallucinating.
When their lips met, it took a second for them to register it. By then, Mike had braced himself on the wall around Billie. The shorter boy was hungrily suckling at his bottom lip, teeth nipping in slow motion. Mike’s knees almost gave out under him and he lost his breath after a moment. Billie had sunk impossibly far against the wall, thin black hairs becoming stuck on the rough brick. He too dropped what was left of his joint and his hands found Mike’s hips.
However, Mike’s head began to spin and he had to pull away. Billie’s red and green eyes met Mike’s equally bloodshot ones. Billie was breathing hard, despite looking like he was half-asleep. And Mike wanted nothing more than those lips again.
“Think that was two dollars’ worth?” Mike asked, voice cracking like he was fourteen again. Billie looked over his face silently. However, he broke his gaze and looked down at the forgotten weed on the ground. He seemed to be trying to calculate something before looking back up.
“Y’know, I’ve always been generous. ‘Specially to you, Mikey.” Mike frowned, but Billie only smirked lazily. “I think your money can stretch a bit farther...” Mike’s smile was swallowed by Billie’s lips as he leaned forward once more.
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Been sitting on this one for a while, but I wanna put it out there. I might replace the Serving prompt with something kinkier, but I felt like sharing this.
Thoughts?
-J X
Fandom: Green Day
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Rating: T / PG-13
Prompt: #26 Serving. (My Table)
Warning: Drugs, slash, the usual. Young!Billie and Mike.
A/n: I wasn't sure what def. of 'serving' they wanted, so I picked drugs. I mean, come on... Two Dollar Bill? Why not... Also, I could totally turn this into prostitution. Sequel? Hehe...
D/c: They're mine! Okay, fine. No they aren't.
“’Two-Dollar Bill’?” Mike laughed, taking a drag from his own joint, watching Billie Joe smoke through glassy eyes. Billie grinned.
“Whatever makes the money, man. It gets me business.” Billie exhaled smoke slowly, closing his eyes. He missed Mike’s eyes crossing over his thin frame.
“'Two-Dollar Bill'...” He trailed off for a moment in hazy thought. “You know, I’ve got two bucks...” He suggested. Billie cracked open one eye and lazily cast a look to his best friend.
“You know you don’t hafta pay, I offer it to ya.” He slipped his eye closed once more, trusting the back wall of their school for support.
Mike swallowed hard, his burning joint forgotten momentarily. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of Billie. The boy was pale and forbidden, but so open. He was laying his body against the wall so heavily that he seemed boneless. His eyeliner was dark and tempting. The smoke that passed his lips seemed to brighten the pink flesh. And Mike was hungry to taste those lips, having no idea why.
“Maybe I think you should have it.” Mike voiced, throat suddenly dry. Billie finally met his eyes with that comment.
”Dude, you know I owe you for a lot, it’s no problem. Really, I swear.” Billie knew that Mike obsessively paid people back for whatever it was that he borrowed. However, Billie was convinced that Mike owed him absolutely nothing. He also was oblivious to the bloodthirsty look on Mike’s face.
“I really want you to have it though...” Mike insisted, fingers losing feeling. He dropped what was left of his joint and pushed himself off of the wall. He stood looming in front of his best friend.
“Mikey...?” Billie was starting to catch on to the fact that something was crossing through his best friend’s mind. However, in his blazed state, he could barely comprehend what was being said.
“Hey Bill? I have an idea...” Mike suggested, standing in front of the shorter boy. Billie’s eyes slowly searched Mike’s face, interest and suspicion crossing his features.
“Something to do with my name?” Billie asked, trying desperately to think clearly.
“M-maybe there’s something else I can buy?” Mike asked, suddenly extremely nervous and finding that his eyes couldn’t be torn from those smoky pink lips.
Billie finally understood, and was surprisingly mellow about it. He tried to push himself off of the wall, but his head was too heavy. Mike noticed his movement and took a chance, hoping that he wasn’t hallucinating.
When their lips met, it took a second for them to register it. By then, Mike had braced himself on the wall around Billie. The shorter boy was hungrily suckling at his bottom lip, teeth nipping in slow motion. Mike’s knees almost gave out under him and he lost his breath after a moment. Billie had sunk impossibly far against the wall, thin black hairs becoming stuck on the rough brick. He too dropped what was left of his joint and his hands found Mike’s hips.
However, Mike’s head began to spin and he had to pull away. Billie’s red and green eyes met Mike’s equally bloodshot ones. Billie was breathing hard, despite looking like he was half-asleep. And Mike wanted nothing more than those lips again.
“Think that was two dollars’ worth?” Mike asked, voice cracking like he was fourteen again. Billie looked over his face silently. However, he broke his gaze and looked down at the forgotten weed on the ground. He seemed to be trying to calculate something before looking back up.
“Y’know, I’ve always been generous. ‘Specially to you, Mikey.” Mike frowned, but Billie only smirked lazily. “I think your money can stretch a bit farther...” Mike’s smile was swallowed by Billie’s lips as he leaned forward once more.
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Been sitting on this one for a while, but I wanna put it out there. I might replace the Serving prompt with something kinkier, but I felt like sharing this.
Thoughts?
-J X