"Everybody's gotta grow up some time." GD/Network, F/T/B, FRA
Title: Everybody's gotta grow up some time.
Fandom: Green Day/The Network
Pairing: Fink/Tre/Billie (young)
Rating: T / PG-13 / FRA
Summ: Tre's first time, and he doesn't want it like this.
Warn: Rape. Multiple personalities. Dark. Slash.
WC: 791
A/n: Finally another for my table!
# 40. Virgins.
D/c: Not true.
This is really dark. Sorry.
It came to me for a couple of reasons.
I was watching Rugrats, All growed up.
My boyfriend wants to have sex.
I don't. At least, not yet.
So!
Enjoy.
Oh, also, they're young in here. Maybe like 16?
- -
“Billie... Billie wait.” Tre’s voice was mostly air and gravel. He shook beneath his lover, one hand being the only thing that controlled him.
Billie halted in shedding his own pants, but did not cease the movement of his fist over Tre’s slicked shaft. He searched the young eyes below him, taking in the uncertainty behind the lust.
“Frankie, it’s okay. I promise.” He leaned down and kissed the kid deeply, slowly. Tre shivered beneath him as he twisted his palm around his sensitive skin.
“Uhhnnng...” Tre groaned, fisting the bed sheets and arching upward.
“Don’t you want it?” Silk wove through the heavy words. Tempting him. Taunting him. Manipulating him.
“I do. But not now...” Tre managed out, trying to keep himself controlled under the practiced hand.
“Come on, Baby. I know you do. You’re so hard...” Those bright green eyes flashed a shade darker as blood pulsed through the singer’s dick. He leaned down and deliberately crossed hot breath over the drummer’s neck.
“Please, Billie please...”
“Please what?” Came the molten gold voice dripping through his ear into his blood.
“Ahh!” Tre arched again and Billie kicked off his underwear while Tre was occupied.
“Come on...” He urged again. “Don’t you trust me?”
“I... I don’t... I do, I do...” Tre was so close that he could barely think. He was just so desperate to get off, he was about to agree to anything.
“Frankie...” The name rolled off of his tongue with a razor’s edge and Tre felt a chill go through his flaming body. “Let me do it... I want it so bad. I need it. You need it.”
Tre felt the singer’s fingers creep downward, past his hip, under his thighs, creeping until they found the spot they were looking for. Meanwhile, the moving fist continued to send sparks up the drummer’s spine.
“Billie...” Tre forced his rolling eyes onto the smaller boy. “I-I’m scared.” The bright blue eyes were glazed with pain, arousal, and glassy tears.
“I’ll be gentle. You’ll love it.” Billie manipulated one of Tre’s legs up and over his shoulder before Tre could protest. Tre jolted when slick fingers pressed inside of him and forced him open.
Before Tre could get used to the feeling, Billie was lining himself up, dripping velvet nothings from his tongue. But there was still that edge in his voice that had Tre’s nerves standing on end. Before he could push in, Tre squirmed backwards, pulling himself from Billie’s grip.
“Billie, I don’t want to. Not tonight... I’m sorry...” He bit his lip and tried to crawl backwards, away from the sparking emeralds.
“I need it, Frankie. Look at me, I’m your lover, I’m fucking dripping here. I need to feel you, Baby.” The words would have had Tre’s blood pounding through his dick any other time. Right now though, they seemed foreign. They didn’t belong in the pretty little mouth they were spouting from. “Don’t you love me?” Tre couldn’t form words.
Then his eyes changed and Tre knew that he no longer had a choice. The once bright green turned into black fire. There was rage there that didn’t belong to Billie. Both of them knew this. And they knew it would end badly. So Tre didn’t resist when the attack came.
The smaller pounced on the drummer and pinned him, entering in one sharp movement. Tre’s throat cracked in agony as he was violated. The little guitarist was rougher than he seemed to be. He pounded out his release, Tre on hands and knees, tears absorbing into the cheap white sheets. His words would forever echo in the back of the drummer’s mind. Everybody’s gotta grow up some time...
When the hot fluid burst inside of him, Tre bit back, shoving the smaller away. Bright green eyes flashed in surprise. The drummer was all muscle, even if he looked scrawny. At any moment he could have fought off the little monster. Those blue eyes burned into Billie and the smaller could only stare in bewildered silence.
“I do love you. You damn well better realize it. I’m not the one who’s got growing up to do.” Tre stared at Billie as the smaller tried to piece together what had just happened. Slowly and silently, Billie rose from the bed and crawled into his clothes. Tre just watched from his place in the bed, sitting in his own drying blood.
As Billie turned to leave, tears dripped from his eyes. He took one last look at Tre and rubbed a hand across his face.
“I love you Frankie.” He whispered, voice small and broken. Tre’s gaze softened and he nodded slowly.
“Don’t let him come back. I won’t tolerate it again.”
- -
Well, there we have it.
Also, I hate hormones. >.<;
Till next time,
-J X
Fandom: Green Day/The Network
Pairing: Fink/Tre/Billie (young)
Rating: T / PG-13 / FRA
Summ: Tre's first time, and he doesn't want it like this.
Warn: Rape. Multiple personalities. Dark. Slash.
WC: 791
A/n: Finally another for my table!
# 40. Virgins.
D/c: Not true.
This is really dark. Sorry.
It came to me for a couple of reasons.
I was watching Rugrats, All growed up.
My boyfriend wants to have sex.
I don't. At least, not yet.
So!
Enjoy.
Oh, also, they're young in here. Maybe like 16?
- -
“Billie... Billie wait.” Tre’s voice was mostly air and gravel. He shook beneath his lover, one hand being the only thing that controlled him.
Billie halted in shedding his own pants, but did not cease the movement of his fist over Tre’s slicked shaft. He searched the young eyes below him, taking in the uncertainty behind the lust.
“Frankie, it’s okay. I promise.” He leaned down and kissed the kid deeply, slowly. Tre shivered beneath him as he twisted his palm around his sensitive skin.
“Uhhnnng...” Tre groaned, fisting the bed sheets and arching upward.
“Don’t you want it?” Silk wove through the heavy words. Tempting him. Taunting him. Manipulating him.
“I do. But not now...” Tre managed out, trying to keep himself controlled under the practiced hand.
“Come on, Baby. I know you do. You’re so hard...” Those bright green eyes flashed a shade darker as blood pulsed through the singer’s dick. He leaned down and deliberately crossed hot breath over the drummer’s neck.
“Please, Billie please...”
“Please what?” Came the molten gold voice dripping through his ear into his blood.
“Ahh!” Tre arched again and Billie kicked off his underwear while Tre was occupied.
“Come on...” He urged again. “Don’t you trust me?”
“I... I don’t... I do, I do...” Tre was so close that he could barely think. He was just so desperate to get off, he was about to agree to anything.
“Frankie...” The name rolled off of his tongue with a razor’s edge and Tre felt a chill go through his flaming body. “Let me do it... I want it so bad. I need it. You need it.”
Tre felt the singer’s fingers creep downward, past his hip, under his thighs, creeping until they found the spot they were looking for. Meanwhile, the moving fist continued to send sparks up the drummer’s spine.
“Billie...” Tre forced his rolling eyes onto the smaller boy. “I-I’m scared.” The bright blue eyes were glazed with pain, arousal, and glassy tears.
“I’ll be gentle. You’ll love it.” Billie manipulated one of Tre’s legs up and over his shoulder before Tre could protest. Tre jolted when slick fingers pressed inside of him and forced him open.
Before Tre could get used to the feeling, Billie was lining himself up, dripping velvet nothings from his tongue. But there was still that edge in his voice that had Tre’s nerves standing on end. Before he could push in, Tre squirmed backwards, pulling himself from Billie’s grip.
“Billie, I don’t want to. Not tonight... I’m sorry...” He bit his lip and tried to crawl backwards, away from the sparking emeralds.
“I need it, Frankie. Look at me, I’m your lover, I’m fucking dripping here. I need to feel you, Baby.” The words would have had Tre’s blood pounding through his dick any other time. Right now though, they seemed foreign. They didn’t belong in the pretty little mouth they were spouting from. “Don’t you love me?” Tre couldn’t form words.
Then his eyes changed and Tre knew that he no longer had a choice. The once bright green turned into black fire. There was rage there that didn’t belong to Billie. Both of them knew this. And they knew it would end badly. So Tre didn’t resist when the attack came.
The smaller pounced on the drummer and pinned him, entering in one sharp movement. Tre’s throat cracked in agony as he was violated. The little guitarist was rougher than he seemed to be. He pounded out his release, Tre on hands and knees, tears absorbing into the cheap white sheets. His words would forever echo in the back of the drummer’s mind. Everybody’s gotta grow up some time...
When the hot fluid burst inside of him, Tre bit back, shoving the smaller away. Bright green eyes flashed in surprise. The drummer was all muscle, even if he looked scrawny. At any moment he could have fought off the little monster. Those blue eyes burned into Billie and the smaller could only stare in bewildered silence.
“I do love you. You damn well better realize it. I’m not the one who’s got growing up to do.” Tre stared at Billie as the smaller tried to piece together what had just happened. Slowly and silently, Billie rose from the bed and crawled into his clothes. Tre just watched from his place in the bed, sitting in his own drying blood.
As Billie turned to leave, tears dripped from his eyes. He took one last look at Tre and rubbed a hand across his face.
“I love you Frankie.” He whispered, voice small and broken. Tre’s gaze softened and he nodded slowly.
“Don’t let him come back. I won’t tolerate it again.”
- -
Well, there we have it.
Also, I hate hormones. >.<;
Till next time,
-J X