"Cuffs" Green Day, Adie/Billlie, PG
Title: (For lack of a better one,) Cuffs
Fandom: Green Day
Pairing: Adie/Billie, hint of Billie/Tre
For my Kinky!Big Damn Table!
Prompt: #19 Handcuffs
Rating: PG
A/n: I've had this sitting around for a while. Thought I'd add it.
D/c: Not mine, but after seeing them, God Damn.... Wish they were!
Enjoy...
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“Hey, uh, Billie.” Tre called from across the stage. He twirled his drumsticks in his fingers, walking toward the guitarist.
“Yeah?” Billie called back, without looking up from whatever he was doing with his mic stand. Mike looked up from where he was tuning his bass, watching Tre stalk closer.
“I don’t know if you noticed,” Tre said, his tone causing Mike to narrow his eyes in suspicion. Billie glanced up at him, but didn’t say anything. “But it happens to be 65 degrees out.” Mike smirked, finally understanding.
“And?” Billie asked, finally turning to face the drummer.
“And, you happen to be wearing a leather jacket.” Billie said nothing, and Mike swallowed a chuckle. “Why?” Tre asked, raising his eyebrows at the singer. Billie pushed past Tre, shrugging.
“Looks good.” He answered, crossing the stage to fiddle with his amp. Mike laughed softly, knowing that Tre was nowhere near done bothering Billie yet, but they had to get ready for a show soon.
“I think your fans would be equally as impressed with you if you weren’t passing out from heat stroke.” Billie scoffed. Tre tucked one drumstick behind his ear and walked up into Billie’s space, poking him with the other one.
“What, Tre?” Billie snapped, not bothering to look up into the grinning drummer’s face.
“You really should take that off, unless of course you’re hiding something...” Before Tre could pester him any more, Mike’s hand rested on the shorter man’s shoulder.
“Leave him alone, man. Let him get ready. You can bug him after the show.” He grinned as Billie sent him a dark look, but Tre let Mike lead him away.
As Tre predicted, during the show, Billie Joe’s usual sweat was nothing compared to the ocean coming off of him tonight. He discarded his jacket in the middle and went on with his concertus high. After the last song of the encore though, Tre jumped from his drums to catch Billie backstage.
Mike just barely heard Billie Joe’s indignant cries over the screaming audience as he left the stage. He searched behind the piled high sound equipment cases, where he was sure he heard Tre laughing.
“Ha! See, Mike?” Tre laughed.
”Get off me!” Billie was squirming, but Tre had him held tight by the arms.
“Didja have fun with Adie last night?” Tre laughed. Mike stepped closer and couldn’t help but let out a laugh. The collar of Billie’s jacket had been successfully covering dark hickeys.
“Tre!” Billie spit his name like a curse. Tre looked down and burst out in hysterical laughter. He pulled Billie’s arms from behind his body so Mike could see them. Billie jerked his shoulders and managed to pull free from Tre’s hold, but not before Mike caught sight of his wrists in the backstage lighting.
Red lines scabbed all around Billie’s wrists, and small chunks of flesh had been scraped from the base of his thumb. Billie glared at Tre, but didn’t move otherwise, knowing he was caught. Mike was trying desperately to hide his grin, but Tre was gasping for breath between fits of laughter.
“It’s not that funny, asshole!” Billie pouted, trying to hide his blush from his friends.
“It’s-it’s fucking-*gasp*-hilarious.” Tre insisted, ducking as Billie swung to hit the back of his head. “You played b-bitch to Ade-Adie!!” Tre’s eyes were watering and spilling down over his cheeks in mirth. Mike watched the smirk crawl up Billie’s face while feeling himself shake from trying not to laugh.
“You wouldn’t be laughing if you saw her in leather and stilettos,” Billie said lowly, stepping forward into Tre’s space. “Watched her ride you, unable to touch her.” Tre stopped laughing and Mike grinned, watching his eyes grow wide. “That’s right. You would let her fuck you if you had the chance.” Billie grabbed Tre’s dick through his jeans, giving it a squeeze before stepping away. Mike finally laughed out loud watching the blush creep up the horny drummer’s face. Billie held up his wrists, winked to the guys and walked away, leaving Mike to laugh at Tre’s sudden change of heart.
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I had my doubts at first, but it seems good.
Also, damn. I broke 69 tags.
-J X
Fandom: Green Day
Pairing: Adie/Billie, hint of Billie/Tre
For my Kinky!Big Damn Table!
Prompt: #19 Handcuffs
Rating: PG
A/n: I've had this sitting around for a while. Thought I'd add it.
D/c: Not mine, but after seeing them, God Damn.... Wish they were!
Enjoy...
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“Hey, uh, Billie.” Tre called from across the stage. He twirled his drumsticks in his fingers, walking toward the guitarist.
“Yeah?” Billie called back, without looking up from whatever he was doing with his mic stand. Mike looked up from where he was tuning his bass, watching Tre stalk closer.
“I don’t know if you noticed,” Tre said, his tone causing Mike to narrow his eyes in suspicion. Billie glanced up at him, but didn’t say anything. “But it happens to be 65 degrees out.” Mike smirked, finally understanding.
“And?” Billie asked, finally turning to face the drummer.
“And, you happen to be wearing a leather jacket.” Billie said nothing, and Mike swallowed a chuckle. “Why?” Tre asked, raising his eyebrows at the singer. Billie pushed past Tre, shrugging.
“Looks good.” He answered, crossing the stage to fiddle with his amp. Mike laughed softly, knowing that Tre was nowhere near done bothering Billie yet, but they had to get ready for a show soon.
“I think your fans would be equally as impressed with you if you weren’t passing out from heat stroke.” Billie scoffed. Tre tucked one drumstick behind his ear and walked up into Billie’s space, poking him with the other one.
“What, Tre?” Billie snapped, not bothering to look up into the grinning drummer’s face.
“You really should take that off, unless of course you’re hiding something...” Before Tre could pester him any more, Mike’s hand rested on the shorter man’s shoulder.
“Leave him alone, man. Let him get ready. You can bug him after the show.” He grinned as Billie sent him a dark look, but Tre let Mike lead him away.
As Tre predicted, during the show, Billie Joe’s usual sweat was nothing compared to the ocean coming off of him tonight. He discarded his jacket in the middle and went on with his concertus high. After the last song of the encore though, Tre jumped from his drums to catch Billie backstage.
Mike just barely heard Billie Joe’s indignant cries over the screaming audience as he left the stage. He searched behind the piled high sound equipment cases, where he was sure he heard Tre laughing.
“Ha! See, Mike?” Tre laughed.
”Get off me!” Billie was squirming, but Tre had him held tight by the arms.
“Didja have fun with Adie last night?” Tre laughed. Mike stepped closer and couldn’t help but let out a laugh. The collar of Billie’s jacket had been successfully covering dark hickeys.
“Tre!” Billie spit his name like a curse. Tre looked down and burst out in hysterical laughter. He pulled Billie’s arms from behind his body so Mike could see them. Billie jerked his shoulders and managed to pull free from Tre’s hold, but not before Mike caught sight of his wrists in the backstage lighting.
Red lines scabbed all around Billie’s wrists, and small chunks of flesh had been scraped from the base of his thumb. Billie glared at Tre, but didn’t move otherwise, knowing he was caught. Mike was trying desperately to hide his grin, but Tre was gasping for breath between fits of laughter.
“It’s not that funny, asshole!” Billie pouted, trying to hide his blush from his friends.
“It’s-it’s fucking-*gasp*-hilarious.” Tre insisted, ducking as Billie swung to hit the back of his head. “You played b-bitch to Ade-Adie!!” Tre’s eyes were watering and spilling down over his cheeks in mirth. Mike watched the smirk crawl up Billie’s face while feeling himself shake from trying not to laugh.
“You wouldn’t be laughing if you saw her in leather and stilettos,” Billie said lowly, stepping forward into Tre’s space. “Watched her ride you, unable to touch her.” Tre stopped laughing and Mike grinned, watching his eyes grow wide. “That’s right. You would let her fuck you if you had the chance.” Billie grabbed Tre’s dick through his jeans, giving it a squeeze before stepping away. Mike finally laughed out loud watching the blush creep up the horny drummer’s face. Billie held up his wrists, winked to the guys and walked away, leaving Mike to laugh at Tre’s sudden change of heart.
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I had my doubts at first, but it seems good.
Also, damn. I broke 69 tags.
-J X