Hero to Zero
Title: Hero to Zero
Author: techyes and fastbetty31
Pairing: Billy Corgan/Gerard
Rating: NC-17
POV: 3rd
Summary: Things are not always as they seem. Gerard learns this lesson the hard way.
Disclaimer: Not real.
Warning:
Gerard sunk into the beanbag. He felt the lyrics floating through the warm night air, and directly into his ears. He honestly didn’t know what Mikey was doing and frankly he didn’t really care because the Smashing Pumpkins were on. He was incredibly stoned and cushioned so comfortably in the malleable seat.
Gerard giggled to himself and Mikey laughed in return. Gerard laughed once again and it was official, pot-laughing was contagious.
“What the hell is so funny?” Mikey asked between heavy breaths.
“I used to jack off to this song,” Gerard blurted out “Like, used to as in last week.”
Gerard was sure when he heard Mikey's laughter stop that his amusement was replaced with a disgusted look. But in his current state, his eyes merely two small slits, he was unable to focus properly.
“Dude, I always wondered why your stereo mysteriously got louder when the Pumpkins came on,” Mikey replied.
“Mmm,” Gerard slurred while shifting slightly in the beanbag. “I don’t know what it is, the whiny voice, the long hair, the bad teeth, or the fact that we kinda look the same,” Gerard pondered out loud.
Mikey slapped his arm trying to kill a mosquito but obviously missed by 5 seconds due to the slow reaction time. “You know that shit’s unhealthy,” he stated plainly.
“What?” Gerard asked.
“You jacking off to Billy because he reminds you of yourself? You’re fucking sick. If I wasn’t so stoned I’d know the technical word for it,” he explained.
Gerard laughed at Mikey’s inability to think straight and shrugged, “I mentioned other things too. And I said we kind of look alike. And who cares? It’s all I’ve got until we’re famous and I get to meet him for real,” he justified.
“Yeeeah Gerard, we’re gonna get sooo famous and meet Billy, or better yet, actually perform on the same stage as his band,” Mikey said sarcastically.
“Hey, don’t be so negative, dick-weed,” Gerard retorted. He repeated the words ‘dick’ and ‘weed’ and giggled at his own play on words. “I just know we’re gonna make it one day, and I’ll have my way with Billy fucking Corgan and it'll be my biggest fucking score,” he continued.
“Yeah, whatever Gee,” Mikey chided as he hauled his body off the beanbag, "You'll probably be so starstruck you won't even be able to get it up."
"Where are you going?" Gerard, lifting his head slightly, asked Mikey.
“I’m outta here, because I can’t take any chances with you mistaking me for Billy - again,” he answered seriously before climbing up the stairs, grasping the rail for balance.
"That was one fuckin time, Mikey!" Gerard yelled after him. "And if I remember correctly," Gerard said calmer, to himself, "I was just as fucked up as I am now."
My reflection, dirty mirror
There's no connection to myself
I'm your lover, I'm your zero
I'm the face in your dreams of glass
So save your prayers
For when we're really gonna need 'em
Throw out your cares and fly
Wanna go for a ride?
“Oh yeah, Billy, sing it to me,” Gerard whispered as he reached into the fly of his pants.
During the first couple years of My Chemical Romance, Gerard didn’t really see himself or the band as being famous. They played in shitty bars, and friends’ garages, while getting hammered on the cheapest, most foul-tasting beer they could afford. The crowds were small, but as far as Gerard could tell in his inebriated state, the kids always got their money's worth. After stumbling around the stage through the grueling four song set, Gerard would continue pounding beers until he either ran out of cash or passed out. It was usually the latter. It was common knowledge within their crew that whoever stayed sober was responsible for hauling Gerard's ass into the car and pushing him onto his front lawn.
Looking back, Gerard wondered how the hell Mikey managed to drag him into the house. The strength in those skinny arms is quite extraordinary. There was rarely a time when Gerard would go out without Mikey and vice versa. They were in the band together, lived together, and partied together. Traditionally the pair would sleep a few hours after the show and spend most of Sunday relaxing in Gerard’s room or lounging on beanbags under the back porch.
And through all their mediocre success, they started to experience things they had only once dreamed of. Tour buses, their new major record label catering to their needs, and mainstream bands complimenting and requesting them. But more importantly, and surprisingly to all in the band, was the respect being showed to them by those they considered remarkable artists.
"Guess what I just found?" Mikey said, a huge grin spread across his face.
"What?" Gerard asked in return, unable to stop his mouth from imitating his brother's.
"Billy Corgan, saying he wants to start playing music again so he can do it with you. He's calling you his long lost son." Mikey fumbled with his laptop, excited to show Gerard what he had found.
"What the fuck! You're kidding me, right? The Billy Corgan?" Gerard pulled Mikey's laptop towards himself, resulting in a tug of war.
"Yes, him. Let me fucking show you," Mikey slid his finger over the pad and clicked play.
Gerard eased up and together they watched as a split screen was shown of Billy and Gerard side by side. The resemblance was uncanny. With their mouths wide open the brothers looked to each other then back at the video starting over again.
"What does he mean by all that?"
"I don't know. I guess we'll eventually find out. Maybe he'll contact you, or something."
"Yeah. Maybe."
For Billy Corgan it all started over what he should have considered a silly wet dream. Guys still had wet dreams at his age, right? He knows he fell asleep just after watching a band that caught his attention on some music channel, but days later he couldn't remember their name. He wanted to find them. Look them up on the Internet, contact their management. Familiarize himself with all of their success. Figure out how he can recreate the dream he had of that frontman. The one with the long black hair and tortured dark soul. Billy was prepared to do all he could to find them--find him.
The two wouldn't have to wait long to finally meet. Gerard, with success and a reputation in the business to be proud of, was excited to meet his hero. Billy, his obsession deeping, his fondness of young, dark-haired hookers rising, was ready to meet his long lost gothly son.
Gerard quickly recognized Billy at the end of the hall. He felt his pulse start to race, and his hands clam up. Proceeding forward, he rubbed his hand subtly against the side of his jeans and took a deep breath.
Don't fuck this up.
"Hi, Mr. Corgan. You have no idea what an honor it is to meet you," Gerard extended his arm, never expecting to get pulled into an embrace. With their chests pressed together, the brief few seconds that it was, Gerard closed his eyes and struggled to take a silent deep breath. Pulling back the two shared an awkward moment. Gerard looking to the floor and Billy looking off. Gerard thinking Billy sensed his nervousness, or maybe even heard the breath he took that could have easily been mistaken for a gasp. Billy was proud of himself for pulling Gerard into him the way he did. He was determined to let Gerard know exactly what his intentions were. After he hesitated a few seconds, just to regain his composure, Billy finally broke the silence with what first came to mind.
"What's with the Mr. Corgan, you'd think I was someone's dad around here," Billy stifled back his snicker, trying to remain focused.
Gerard knew flirting when he saw it. Everyone knows flirting when they see it.
"So is everything alright? Did you guys get everything you asked for? Any complaints about anything should go through me. I can make sure you get treated fairly," Billy crossed his arms over his broad chest, towering over Gerard. As he spoke he leaned back into Gerard, ending with them huddled together. Billy knew to talk softer. Knew that it would draw Gerard in closer. Celebrities always care to be private.
Gerard decided it was the perfect opportunity to tell Billy just how much he meant to him. When his mind blanked, Billy so close to him, Gerard cursed himself for being flustered and not more prepared.
"I have such a deep respect for you as an artist and a businessman. I have a hard time with the whole selling and promoting of myself. Sometimes I feel like a singing monkey...the bearded lady, you know?" Gerard paused, knowing he looked as stupid as he sounded.
Billy laughed lightly at Gerard, nodding his head, accepting the usual compliment. Gerard could feel Billy's breath brush against his face. He looked up quickly only to get met with Billy smiling curiously down at him. He thought he maybe should back away, just a little. And just when Gerard was going to step back, Billy spoke up distracting him.
"If you need anything--tips, pointers. Or if you even, you know, just wanna hang out, we've only got tonight," Billy couldn't stand looking into Gerard's eyes so took the opportunity to gaze down the front of his jacket. Gazing past the hem of Gerard's shirt and liking the tight fit of what he saw.
"Why don't you take my number and call me if you're so bored that a singing monkey is your last resort," Gerard said humbly, figuring Billy was just being kind.
"Don't say that; you know I like you--and your music. I want to do all I can for you," Billy spoke more softly, and went for broke. Testing Gerard by simply leaning in and pressing his nose against the side of Gerard's neck then easily pulling back. He looked away quickly, then back, waiting to see Gerard's reaction.
Gerard held back a shiver when he felt Billy's face press against him. He couldn't believe Billy Corgan was coming on to him right there in the hallway.
He took a deep breath and before he could make sense of things, before he could prepare his reaction, he found himself saying, "Seeing as how we only have tonight, I'm gonna have to take you up on that offer." Gerard reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a black pen. He grabbed Billy's hand, bit the cap off of the pen, holding it between his teeth. Both caught each other's eye for a second, Gerard quickly looking back down at the palm of Billy's hand. Writing down his number and the single letter G, Gerard slid out from under him and confidently walked away.
Gerard resisted the urge to look back, instead speeding up his pace. He knew Billy was staring at his back and of course the hallway seemed longer than when he first walked down it.
Mikey sure as hell wasn't going to believe this.
"I told you so--in your face--I was right--booyah mother fucker, and every other saying you can think of that I currently can't right now," Gerard paused, taking a deep breath.
Mikey turned over in his bunk, shielding his eyes from the flooding daylight, "What are you talking about?"
"Billy Corgan and I are hooking up after the show! He just hit on me in the fucking hallway! I wrote my number down on his hand like a true slut and I couldn't be more proud of myself. I told you so. I knew it. I fucking knew one day we'd be playing on the same stage and there'd be a little playing going on behind the stage too, if you know what I mean." Gerard paused for another breath, ready to gloat further. Mikey decided then would be a good time to remind him the best part of that day long ago.
Resuming his nap, Mikey yelled over his shoulder, "I still say you don't get it up."
Gerard, who was about to sing show tunes up and down the small walkway, stopped dead in his tracks.
I'm fucking Billy Corgan tonight?
His nerves got the best of him as he dove into his own bunk, Mikey's giggling barely audible.
On his back, a few hours before show time, Gerard could only stare at the ceiling of his bunk.
Billy Corgan.
Oh God.
He felt his stomach tense as he realized not only was he going to have sex later, because come on, there was no doubt Billy Corgan was looking for a fuck. But sex that included Billy...
He adjusted the crotch of his pants. The confidence he walked onto the bus with was lost.
Fucking Mikey.
"Goddamn, princess, you don't know how long I've been wanting to do that." Billy let the full weight of his naked, pale body fall over onto Gerard's back.
"Um. A while. It seems." Gerard stared off. He felt the fill and slight burn as Billy pushed deeply inside him. But, his too tight panties that Billy only pushed down past his ass and balls, were digging into the plump of his thighs. Distracting him enough that with each thrust of Billy's hips, slapping hard against him, Gerard could only focus on his pigtails that swayed with each rock of his body. On the too small high heels that were cutting into the backs of his heels. He wasn't sure how to feel about the bra that hung open and around his arms, or the fishnet stockings that by then had fallen, drooping around his calves. He tried to concentrate on the act itself. Moving his ass this way and that, looking for that right spot, the right angle. Cursing Mikey as he started to break out into a sweat, his shins burning from standing on the tips of his toes.
"Come on, princess, get nice and hard for daddy. I'm gonna dump my load in your ass then get down and suck you off," Billy whispered in Gerard's ear, his arm wrapped around him, as he gently cupped and squeezed Gerard's soft cock. With his other hand, he alternated between pinching Gerard's nipples and rolling them around between his fingers. Billy had a tight hold on Gerard, there was no getting away now that they were connected. Billy nipped at the back of Gerard's neck, never resting his hands as he bucked his hips back and forth, fucking Gerard like he only ever dreamed of. Fucking him the way so many others had been paid to take.
"Tell me you like it, princess. Tell daddy how fucking good it is."
Gerard couldn't begin to explain how he ended up in the situation he was in. He remembers the long hallway, the one they met in that afternoon. He remembers knocking on Billy's dressing room door, being let in and the door being locked behind him. He remembers being immediately kissed, kissing that was welcome and perfect. Billy tasted of mint, like he made an effort and to Gerard that was endearing. Things were going so well. Like Gerard had envisioned.
It was the breath they needed to take, them both wiping their mouths with the backs of their hands and stepping away from each other. Billy reaching into his suitcase and started to pull out article of clothing after article of clothing. Each one feminine and revealing. At first Gerard was confused. Wondering what woman left her underwear in Billy's suitcase, feeling almost jealous for a second. Until of course Billy held all of the delicate items out in his large hand and told Gerard to put them on.
There's times in everybody's life when you're faced with difficult decisions. To Gerard this was one of those times. First off they're backstage, not a good place to be caught with your panties down. Second, Gerard wasn't one for role play, he barely had the nerve to walk that long hallway much less knock on Billy's door, surrendering himself over to a man he considered his rock god. But Billy held them out and with a twinkle in his eye, and that voice that drove Gerard crazy, mad with desire and want, said, "Please, princess"?
How could he say no to that? How could he say no to Billy Corgan? Not after all these years, after all his dreams--and now they were coming true. It was only a little underwear after all. And besides, being called a princess was kinda kinky. Gerard figured he'd get into it. Any sex is good sex, right?
Wrong.
"Come on, Gerard," Billy said, that time roughly shaking Gerard in his arms and breaking him of his daydream.
"Yeah, yeah. Sooo good, Bil--Dad," Gerard wasn't sure how Billy wanted him to respond. He tried to remember Billy's rambling while Gerard awkwardly dressed, something about years of...worship? He tried to recall and decipher Billy's mumbling as he stood behind Gerard, caressing and fingering him open, confessing to an...obsession?
Billy Corgan was a nutjob and Gerard was stuck bent over in hooker garb. Stuck being prodded by a man calling him princess. And to top it all off, his cock was as soft as if Jesus himself stood watching them.
Sensing Billy's frustration, his hands, up until then, skillfully working Gerard from all ends, were becomming slow and out of sync.
"This isn't working for me," Gerard said softly, kicking out of the shoes and pulling away from Billy. He started to shed his costume, pulling the bands from his hair and wondering if what he was making was the wrong move. He decided anyway to make plans for an awkward exit. He stood back before Billy naked, staring at his unreadable face.
"Wanna try again?" Gerard suggested, shrugging his sholders. Feeling embarrassed, thinking at least he was somewhat covered in those ridiculous clothes and maybe he should have just left them on. He watched as Billy looked from the pile of clothes on the floor and back up at him. Gerard finally felt himself getting into it and couldn't resist reaching down and wrapping his hand around his hardening cock.
"Come on, daddy."
Because to Gerard a little role play never hurt anyone and he really wanted to get off with his hero. They only had that night, it was Billy who had stated that. He wasn't going to let it all go to waste over a little lingerie mix-up.
Billy felt the crush of Gerard's rejection far before Gerard pulled away. He stood for a minute knowing he had gone too far and wondering if all was lost. He had, after all, made himself out to be oddly perverted and looking back on everything, he couldn't believe he thought Gerard would be into it all.
Seeing Gerard still wanted him, that he was still interested, Billy took two large steps, his hands going to Gerard's shoulders. Pushing on them, he without words told Gerard he wanted him on the floor.
Billy ripped the used condom from his body, quickly readying himself to fuck again. "Bend over," he said, his voice soft even though he was regaining his confidence.
Before Billy could roll a new condom on, Gerard took advantage of the cock before him. He quickly licked Billy's leaking head, taking him by surprise.
Billy played it safe, keeping his words of encouragement to a minimum--his terms of endearments to none. His mouth was hung open and head tilted back as he let Gerard take him deeply into the back of his throat.
Gerard was no virgin, but he especially wasn't a blow job-giving virgin, and as he swirled his tongue, his suction tight, Billy had to slow it down. He wasn't sure how long they had before someone had the nerve to knock on the door. He knew for a fact, though, that he didn't want it all to end, ever.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Stop, stop, stop," Billy pulled away the second Gerard's lips hit his tip. When he saw Gerard open his mouth, his tongue extended and wanting more, Billy had to hold Gerard back by placing his hand on his sholder. As gorgeous as Gerard was on his knees, it couldn't compare to the sight of him bent over.
"Turn around," Billy almost whispered, his voice still soft and warm--safe, as he directed Gerard. He ripped the condom open rolling it down his shaft, staring at Gerard getting on all fours.
Getting on his knees and sitting back on his heels, Billy slicked his sheathed cock. Gerard backed up, closing the gap between them, not expecting Billy to lean forward, licking Gerard over his asshole.
"That's more like it," Gerard panted out, rolling his hips into Billy's face. His cock hard and swaying under him.
Billy flicked his tongue quickly over Gerard's hole, feeling him tremble. He pulled away, fingering Gerard once more, feeling him moan and squirm with each thrust of Billy's arm. He couldn't hold out, Billy needed back inside. Guiding himself, one hand on Gerard's lower back, Billy pushed deeply inside him.
"Mmm, fuck yeah, you feel so good," Billy softly groaned out. His hips were pushed forward, back arched as his cock was buried to the hilt inside Gerard. "Come back here to me."
Gerard pushed off his hands, feeling Billy so deep inside him. On his knees, Billy's hands going around his chest holding him, caressing him down his stomach and wrapping around his cock.
"Ride me, princess," Billy whispered in Gerard's ear, kissing and sucking down his neck.
"Yes, daddy," Gerard said weakly, his head falling back as he grasped Billy's thighs. Pushing off them, he bounced on his knees, sliding himself up and down Billy's thick shaft.
Billy could sense Gerard's exhaustion, his body perspiring. He pushed cautiously on his back, telling him, "Bend over, I'll finish us off."
Billy's hands went straight to Gerard's hips, holding them tightly as they stayed connected, Gerard moving forward slightly.
On all fours, Billy pressed flush against his body, Gerard pushed back against him, the two of them rocking together.
Billy took control, his hands on Gerard's hips gripping tighter as he started to push and pull him over his cock. His hips snapping back and forth as he pushed forward and pulled Gerard back, making Gerard moan out softly with each hit of his prostate.
For Billy, all wasn't lost. And when he came, the feeling so strong, he couldn't decide what he wanted to call Gerard. "Fuck, Prince-Gerard."
For Gerard, he learned things are never the way they seem. And when Billy shot his load, Gerard feeling the jerk of Billy's cock inside him, he reached down jacking himself quickly off to completion. The name Prince Gerard not even fazing him.
It took Gerard all of thirty seconds to get redressed. Taking one last peek at the pile of black lace and net on the floor, he turned quickly, hoping Billy hadn't noticed. With his thumbs hanging from his belt loops, protected now by his layers of clothing, Gerard stood before Billy and shrugged his shoulders for the second time that evening.
"I guess this is goodbye."
Billy sat on his heels, his cock soft and his face somber. Hearing Gerard's words he instantly climbed onto his knees, lunging forward, grabbing onto Gerard's open jacket.
"What do you mean? We're connected now. Whenever we meet, expect this," Billy reached down and cupped his dirty cock, shaking it in his hand.
Gerard tried to subtly pull away. "Alright, alright. Cool. So. See you when I see you, I guess." Gerard backed away, feeling Billy too draw away, siting on his heels. He turned quickly to the door not hesitating as he reached for the knob, holding his breath the entire time.
"Oh, and Gerard," Billy said, his voice now louder than before.
Gerard exhaled and closed his eyes, afraid to turn around.
"...you'll always be my whore."
Wrong song, dickhead.
Gerard quickly went through the door, feeling like an idiot to everyone hanging around and waiting on Billy outside. He walked down that mile long hallway for the final time that night, thankful to bid it and his once hero good riddance.
Mikey sure as fuck wasn't going to believe this.
Author: techyes and fastbetty31
Pairing: Billy Corgan/Gerard
Rating: NC-17
POV: 3rd
Summary: Things are not always as they seem. Gerard learns this lesson the hard way.
Disclaimer: Not real.
Warning:
Gerard sunk into the beanbag. He felt the lyrics floating through the warm night air, and directly into his ears. He honestly didn’t know what Mikey was doing and frankly he didn’t really care because the Smashing Pumpkins were on. He was incredibly stoned and cushioned so comfortably in the malleable seat.
Gerard giggled to himself and Mikey laughed in return. Gerard laughed once again and it was official, pot-laughing was contagious.
“What the hell is so funny?” Mikey asked between heavy breaths.
“I used to jack off to this song,” Gerard blurted out “Like, used to as in last week.”
Gerard was sure when he heard Mikey's laughter stop that his amusement was replaced with a disgusted look. But in his current state, his eyes merely two small slits, he was unable to focus properly.
“Dude, I always wondered why your stereo mysteriously got louder when the Pumpkins came on,” Mikey replied.
“Mmm,” Gerard slurred while shifting slightly in the beanbag. “I don’t know what it is, the whiny voice, the long hair, the bad teeth, or the fact that we kinda look the same,” Gerard pondered out loud.
Mikey slapped his arm trying to kill a mosquito but obviously missed by 5 seconds due to the slow reaction time. “You know that shit’s unhealthy,” he stated plainly.
“What?” Gerard asked.
“You jacking off to Billy because he reminds you of yourself? You’re fucking sick. If I wasn’t so stoned I’d know the technical word for it,” he explained.
Gerard laughed at Mikey’s inability to think straight and shrugged, “I mentioned other things too. And I said we kind of look alike. And who cares? It’s all I’ve got until we’re famous and I get to meet him for real,” he justified.
“Yeeeah Gerard, we’re gonna get sooo famous and meet Billy, or better yet, actually perform on the same stage as his band,” Mikey said sarcastically.
“Hey, don’t be so negative, dick-weed,” Gerard retorted. He repeated the words ‘dick’ and ‘weed’ and giggled at his own play on words. “I just know we’re gonna make it one day, and I’ll have my way with Billy fucking Corgan and it'll be my biggest fucking score,” he continued.
“Yeah, whatever Gee,” Mikey chided as he hauled his body off the beanbag, "You'll probably be so starstruck you won't even be able to get it up."
"Where are you going?" Gerard, lifting his head slightly, asked Mikey.
“I’m outta here, because I can’t take any chances with you mistaking me for Billy - again,” he answered seriously before climbing up the stairs, grasping the rail for balance.
"That was one fuckin time, Mikey!" Gerard yelled after him. "And if I remember correctly," Gerard said calmer, to himself, "I was just as fucked up as I am now."
My reflection, dirty mirror
There's no connection to myself
I'm your lover, I'm your zero
I'm the face in your dreams of glass
So save your prayers
For when we're really gonna need 'em
Throw out your cares and fly
Wanna go for a ride?
“Oh yeah, Billy, sing it to me,” Gerard whispered as he reached into the fly of his pants.
During the first couple years of My Chemical Romance, Gerard didn’t really see himself or the band as being famous. They played in shitty bars, and friends’ garages, while getting hammered on the cheapest, most foul-tasting beer they could afford. The crowds were small, but as far as Gerard could tell in his inebriated state, the kids always got their money's worth. After stumbling around the stage through the grueling four song set, Gerard would continue pounding beers until he either ran out of cash or passed out. It was usually the latter. It was common knowledge within their crew that whoever stayed sober was responsible for hauling Gerard's ass into the car and pushing him onto his front lawn.
Looking back, Gerard wondered how the hell Mikey managed to drag him into the house. The strength in those skinny arms is quite extraordinary. There was rarely a time when Gerard would go out without Mikey and vice versa. They were in the band together, lived together, and partied together. Traditionally the pair would sleep a few hours after the show and spend most of Sunday relaxing in Gerard’s room or lounging on beanbags under the back porch.
And through all their mediocre success, they started to experience things they had only once dreamed of. Tour buses, their new major record label catering to their needs, and mainstream bands complimenting and requesting them. But more importantly, and surprisingly to all in the band, was the respect being showed to them by those they considered remarkable artists.
"Guess what I just found?" Mikey said, a huge grin spread across his face.
"What?" Gerard asked in return, unable to stop his mouth from imitating his brother's.
"Billy Corgan, saying he wants to start playing music again so he can do it with you. He's calling you his long lost son." Mikey fumbled with his laptop, excited to show Gerard what he had found.
"What the fuck! You're kidding me, right? The Billy Corgan?" Gerard pulled Mikey's laptop towards himself, resulting in a tug of war.
"Yes, him. Let me fucking show you," Mikey slid his finger over the pad and clicked play.
Gerard eased up and together they watched as a split screen was shown of Billy and Gerard side by side. The resemblance was uncanny. With their mouths wide open the brothers looked to each other then back at the video starting over again.
"What does he mean by all that?"
"I don't know. I guess we'll eventually find out. Maybe he'll contact you, or something."
"Yeah. Maybe."
For Billy Corgan it all started over what he should have considered a silly wet dream. Guys still had wet dreams at his age, right? He knows he fell asleep just after watching a band that caught his attention on some music channel, but days later he couldn't remember their name. He wanted to find them. Look them up on the Internet, contact their management. Familiarize himself with all of their success. Figure out how he can recreate the dream he had of that frontman. The one with the long black hair and tortured dark soul. Billy was prepared to do all he could to find them--find him.
The two wouldn't have to wait long to finally meet. Gerard, with success and a reputation in the business to be proud of, was excited to meet his hero. Billy, his obsession deeping, his fondness of young, dark-haired hookers rising, was ready to meet his long lost gothly son.
Gerard quickly recognized Billy at the end of the hall. He felt his pulse start to race, and his hands clam up. Proceeding forward, he rubbed his hand subtly against the side of his jeans and took a deep breath.
Don't fuck this up.
"Hi, Mr. Corgan. You have no idea what an honor it is to meet you," Gerard extended his arm, never expecting to get pulled into an embrace. With their chests pressed together, the brief few seconds that it was, Gerard closed his eyes and struggled to take a silent deep breath. Pulling back the two shared an awkward moment. Gerard looking to the floor and Billy looking off. Gerard thinking Billy sensed his nervousness, or maybe even heard the breath he took that could have easily been mistaken for a gasp. Billy was proud of himself for pulling Gerard into him the way he did. He was determined to let Gerard know exactly what his intentions were. After he hesitated a few seconds, just to regain his composure, Billy finally broke the silence with what first came to mind.
"What's with the Mr. Corgan, you'd think I was someone's dad around here," Billy stifled back his snicker, trying to remain focused.
Gerard knew flirting when he saw it. Everyone knows flirting when they see it.
"So is everything alright? Did you guys get everything you asked for? Any complaints about anything should go through me. I can make sure you get treated fairly," Billy crossed his arms over his broad chest, towering over Gerard. As he spoke he leaned back into Gerard, ending with them huddled together. Billy knew to talk softer. Knew that it would draw Gerard in closer. Celebrities always care to be private.
Gerard decided it was the perfect opportunity to tell Billy just how much he meant to him. When his mind blanked, Billy so close to him, Gerard cursed himself for being flustered and not more prepared.
"I have such a deep respect for you as an artist and a businessman. I have a hard time with the whole selling and promoting of myself. Sometimes I feel like a singing monkey...the bearded lady, you know?" Gerard paused, knowing he looked as stupid as he sounded.
Billy laughed lightly at Gerard, nodding his head, accepting the usual compliment. Gerard could feel Billy's breath brush against his face. He looked up quickly only to get met with Billy smiling curiously down at him. He thought he maybe should back away, just a little. And just when Gerard was going to step back, Billy spoke up distracting him.
"If you need anything--tips, pointers. Or if you even, you know, just wanna hang out, we've only got tonight," Billy couldn't stand looking into Gerard's eyes so took the opportunity to gaze down the front of his jacket. Gazing past the hem of Gerard's shirt and liking the tight fit of what he saw.
"Why don't you take my number and call me if you're so bored that a singing monkey is your last resort," Gerard said humbly, figuring Billy was just being kind.
"Don't say that; you know I like you--and your music. I want to do all I can for you," Billy spoke more softly, and went for broke. Testing Gerard by simply leaning in and pressing his nose against the side of Gerard's neck then easily pulling back. He looked away quickly, then back, waiting to see Gerard's reaction.
Gerard held back a shiver when he felt Billy's face press against him. He couldn't believe Billy Corgan was coming on to him right there in the hallway.
He took a deep breath and before he could make sense of things, before he could prepare his reaction, he found himself saying, "Seeing as how we only have tonight, I'm gonna have to take you up on that offer." Gerard reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a black pen. He grabbed Billy's hand, bit the cap off of the pen, holding it between his teeth. Both caught each other's eye for a second, Gerard quickly looking back down at the palm of Billy's hand. Writing down his number and the single letter G, Gerard slid out from under him and confidently walked away.
Gerard resisted the urge to look back, instead speeding up his pace. He knew Billy was staring at his back and of course the hallway seemed longer than when he first walked down it.
Mikey sure as hell wasn't going to believe this.
"I told you so--in your face--I was right--booyah mother fucker, and every other saying you can think of that I currently can't right now," Gerard paused, taking a deep breath.
Mikey turned over in his bunk, shielding his eyes from the flooding daylight, "What are you talking about?"
"Billy Corgan and I are hooking up after the show! He just hit on me in the fucking hallway! I wrote my number down on his hand like a true slut and I couldn't be more proud of myself. I told you so. I knew it. I fucking knew one day we'd be playing on the same stage and there'd be a little playing going on behind the stage too, if you know what I mean." Gerard paused for another breath, ready to gloat further. Mikey decided then would be a good time to remind him the best part of that day long ago.
Resuming his nap, Mikey yelled over his shoulder, "I still say you don't get it up."
Gerard, who was about to sing show tunes up and down the small walkway, stopped dead in his tracks.
I'm fucking Billy Corgan tonight?
His nerves got the best of him as he dove into his own bunk, Mikey's giggling barely audible.
On his back, a few hours before show time, Gerard could only stare at the ceiling of his bunk.
Billy Corgan.
Oh God.
He felt his stomach tense as he realized not only was he going to have sex later, because come on, there was no doubt Billy Corgan was looking for a fuck. But sex that included Billy...
He adjusted the crotch of his pants. The confidence he walked onto the bus with was lost.
Fucking Mikey.
"Goddamn, princess, you don't know how long I've been wanting to do that." Billy let the full weight of his naked, pale body fall over onto Gerard's back.
"Um. A while. It seems." Gerard stared off. He felt the fill and slight burn as Billy pushed deeply inside him. But, his too tight panties that Billy only pushed down past his ass and balls, were digging into the plump of his thighs. Distracting him enough that with each thrust of Billy's hips, slapping hard against him, Gerard could only focus on his pigtails that swayed with each rock of his body. On the too small high heels that were cutting into the backs of his heels. He wasn't sure how to feel about the bra that hung open and around his arms, or the fishnet stockings that by then had fallen, drooping around his calves. He tried to concentrate on the act itself. Moving his ass this way and that, looking for that right spot, the right angle. Cursing Mikey as he started to break out into a sweat, his shins burning from standing on the tips of his toes.
"Come on, princess, get nice and hard for daddy. I'm gonna dump my load in your ass then get down and suck you off," Billy whispered in Gerard's ear, his arm wrapped around him, as he gently cupped and squeezed Gerard's soft cock. With his other hand, he alternated between pinching Gerard's nipples and rolling them around between his fingers. Billy had a tight hold on Gerard, there was no getting away now that they were connected. Billy nipped at the back of Gerard's neck, never resting his hands as he bucked his hips back and forth, fucking Gerard like he only ever dreamed of. Fucking him the way so many others had been paid to take.
"Tell me you like it, princess. Tell daddy how fucking good it is."
Gerard couldn't begin to explain how he ended up in the situation he was in. He remembers the long hallway, the one they met in that afternoon. He remembers knocking on Billy's dressing room door, being let in and the door being locked behind him. He remembers being immediately kissed, kissing that was welcome and perfect. Billy tasted of mint, like he made an effort and to Gerard that was endearing. Things were going so well. Like Gerard had envisioned.
It was the breath they needed to take, them both wiping their mouths with the backs of their hands and stepping away from each other. Billy reaching into his suitcase and started to pull out article of clothing after article of clothing. Each one feminine and revealing. At first Gerard was confused. Wondering what woman left her underwear in Billy's suitcase, feeling almost jealous for a second. Until of course Billy held all of the delicate items out in his large hand and told Gerard to put them on.
There's times in everybody's life when you're faced with difficult decisions. To Gerard this was one of those times. First off they're backstage, not a good place to be caught with your panties down. Second, Gerard wasn't one for role play, he barely had the nerve to walk that long hallway much less knock on Billy's door, surrendering himself over to a man he considered his rock god. But Billy held them out and with a twinkle in his eye, and that voice that drove Gerard crazy, mad with desire and want, said, "Please, princess"?
How could he say no to that? How could he say no to Billy Corgan? Not after all these years, after all his dreams--and now they were coming true. It was only a little underwear after all. And besides, being called a princess was kinda kinky. Gerard figured he'd get into it. Any sex is good sex, right?
Wrong.
"Come on, Gerard," Billy said, that time roughly shaking Gerard in his arms and breaking him of his daydream.
"Yeah, yeah. Sooo good, Bil--Dad," Gerard wasn't sure how Billy wanted him to respond. He tried to remember Billy's rambling while Gerard awkwardly dressed, something about years of...worship? He tried to recall and decipher Billy's mumbling as he stood behind Gerard, caressing and fingering him open, confessing to an...obsession?
Billy Corgan was a nutjob and Gerard was stuck bent over in hooker garb. Stuck being prodded by a man calling him princess. And to top it all off, his cock was as soft as if Jesus himself stood watching them.
Sensing Billy's frustration, his hands, up until then, skillfully working Gerard from all ends, were becomming slow and out of sync.
"This isn't working for me," Gerard said softly, kicking out of the shoes and pulling away from Billy. He started to shed his costume, pulling the bands from his hair and wondering if what he was making was the wrong move. He decided anyway to make plans for an awkward exit. He stood back before Billy naked, staring at his unreadable face.
"Wanna try again?" Gerard suggested, shrugging his sholders. Feeling embarrassed, thinking at least he was somewhat covered in those ridiculous clothes and maybe he should have just left them on. He watched as Billy looked from the pile of clothes on the floor and back up at him. Gerard finally felt himself getting into it and couldn't resist reaching down and wrapping his hand around his hardening cock.
"Come on, daddy."
Because to Gerard a little role play never hurt anyone and he really wanted to get off with his hero. They only had that night, it was Billy who had stated that. He wasn't going to let it all go to waste over a little lingerie mix-up.
Billy felt the crush of Gerard's rejection far before Gerard pulled away. He stood for a minute knowing he had gone too far and wondering if all was lost. He had, after all, made himself out to be oddly perverted and looking back on everything, he couldn't believe he thought Gerard would be into it all.
Seeing Gerard still wanted him, that he was still interested, Billy took two large steps, his hands going to Gerard's shoulders. Pushing on them, he without words told Gerard he wanted him on the floor.
Billy ripped the used condom from his body, quickly readying himself to fuck again. "Bend over," he said, his voice soft even though he was regaining his confidence.
Before Billy could roll a new condom on, Gerard took advantage of the cock before him. He quickly licked Billy's leaking head, taking him by surprise.
Billy played it safe, keeping his words of encouragement to a minimum--his terms of endearments to none. His mouth was hung open and head tilted back as he let Gerard take him deeply into the back of his throat.
Gerard was no virgin, but he especially wasn't a blow job-giving virgin, and as he swirled his tongue, his suction tight, Billy had to slow it down. He wasn't sure how long they had before someone had the nerve to knock on the door. He knew for a fact, though, that he didn't want it all to end, ever.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Stop, stop, stop," Billy pulled away the second Gerard's lips hit his tip. When he saw Gerard open his mouth, his tongue extended and wanting more, Billy had to hold Gerard back by placing his hand on his sholder. As gorgeous as Gerard was on his knees, it couldn't compare to the sight of him bent over.
"Turn around," Billy almost whispered, his voice still soft and warm--safe, as he directed Gerard. He ripped the condom open rolling it down his shaft, staring at Gerard getting on all fours.
Getting on his knees and sitting back on his heels, Billy slicked his sheathed cock. Gerard backed up, closing the gap between them, not expecting Billy to lean forward, licking Gerard over his asshole.
"That's more like it," Gerard panted out, rolling his hips into Billy's face. His cock hard and swaying under him.
Billy flicked his tongue quickly over Gerard's hole, feeling him tremble. He pulled away, fingering Gerard once more, feeling him moan and squirm with each thrust of Billy's arm. He couldn't hold out, Billy needed back inside. Guiding himself, one hand on Gerard's lower back, Billy pushed deeply inside him.
"Mmm, fuck yeah, you feel so good," Billy softly groaned out. His hips were pushed forward, back arched as his cock was buried to the hilt inside Gerard. "Come back here to me."
Gerard pushed off his hands, feeling Billy so deep inside him. On his knees, Billy's hands going around his chest holding him, caressing him down his stomach and wrapping around his cock.
"Ride me, princess," Billy whispered in Gerard's ear, kissing and sucking down his neck.
"Yes, daddy," Gerard said weakly, his head falling back as he grasped Billy's thighs. Pushing off them, he bounced on his knees, sliding himself up and down Billy's thick shaft.
Billy could sense Gerard's exhaustion, his body perspiring. He pushed cautiously on his back, telling him, "Bend over, I'll finish us off."
Billy's hands went straight to Gerard's hips, holding them tightly as they stayed connected, Gerard moving forward slightly.
On all fours, Billy pressed flush against his body, Gerard pushed back against him, the two of them rocking together.
Billy took control, his hands on Gerard's hips gripping tighter as he started to push and pull him over his cock. His hips snapping back and forth as he pushed forward and pulled Gerard back, making Gerard moan out softly with each hit of his prostate.
For Billy, all wasn't lost. And when he came, the feeling so strong, he couldn't decide what he wanted to call Gerard. "Fuck, Prince-Gerard."
For Gerard, he learned things are never the way they seem. And when Billy shot his load, Gerard feeling the jerk of Billy's cock inside him, he reached down jacking himself quickly off to completion. The name Prince Gerard not even fazing him.
It took Gerard all of thirty seconds to get redressed. Taking one last peek at the pile of black lace and net on the floor, he turned quickly, hoping Billy hadn't noticed. With his thumbs hanging from his belt loops, protected now by his layers of clothing, Gerard stood before Billy and shrugged his shoulders for the second time that evening.
"I guess this is goodbye."
Billy sat on his heels, his cock soft and his face somber. Hearing Gerard's words he instantly climbed onto his knees, lunging forward, grabbing onto Gerard's open jacket.
"What do you mean? We're connected now. Whenever we meet, expect this," Billy reached down and cupped his dirty cock, shaking it in his hand.
Gerard tried to subtly pull away. "Alright, alright. Cool. So. See you when I see you, I guess." Gerard backed away, feeling Billy too draw away, siting on his heels. He turned quickly to the door not hesitating as he reached for the knob, holding his breath the entire time.
"Oh, and Gerard," Billy said, his voice now louder than before.
Gerard exhaled and closed his eyes, afraid to turn around.
"...you'll always be my whore."
Wrong song, dickhead.
Gerard quickly went through the door, feeling like an idiot to everyone hanging around and waiting on Billy outside. He walked down that mile long hallway for the final time that night, thankful to bid it and his once hero good riddance.
Mikey sure as fuck wasn't going to believe this.