Twelve Months Of Romance
Title: Twelve Months Of Romance, Part One.
Author: Seven... well, Me.
Rating: R.
Pairing: Billie Joe/Mike, Implied!Billie Joe/Adie.
Disclaimer: Not real, don't sue. Fan Fiction.
Summary: Something very special...
Notes: My first fic with more than one part.
January
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Many people look forward to the New Year for a new start on old habits.
~Author Unknown
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Billie Joe exhaled slowly, watching the smoke from his cigarette swirl upwards and mix with the descending snowflakes. He knew that he should go back inside to the party, but he didn’t care for the screams and yells of drunken strangers. Normally, he wouldn’t mind but he had a headache the size of Texas and he didn’t want to provoke it.
He took one last drag on his smoke and stubbed out the glowing embers. Looking up at the stars, he turned on his heels to make his way back into the noise and haze of what would be a good party had he felt better. He glanced back down and concentrated on his skillful steps back inside. He sighed, knowing that the highly intoxicated girls would want to dance with him seeing as he didn’t have his wife to accompany him that night. Why did the boys want to have a New Year’s party anyways? They always fell asleep before eleven.
He brushed past the drunkards, breathing through his slightly parted lips so he didn’t have to smell the alcohol-filled breath of the partygoers. Glancing around, he spotted a familiar face, none other than his drummer Tré Cool. He made his way in that direction, but stopped when Tré spun around to face a blonde that was clearly wasted. They went to the dance floor rapidly, starting to do something that looked more like electrocution than dancing.
Billie Joe jumped when a hand was laid heavily on his shoulder. He whirled around to find his best friend and bassist, Mike Dirnt, laughing lightly at the front man’s jolt. Billie Joe playfully slapped the man he had known for years and followed him to the bar where they each ordered a beer each.
A few beers later, midnight was right around the corner and Billie Joe’s headache had been dulled to a slight buzz in the back of his head. Before they knew it, people were gathering around the TV to countdown and welcome 2007.
“Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six!”
People were hanging onto their partners for the traditional kiss at midnight. Billie Joe sighed, wishing he could hold his wife tenderly and kiss her just as the New Year rang in. He glanced at Mike who knew what Billie Joe was feeling and nodded knowingly.
“Five! Four! Three! Two! One!”
Tré had even kept that blonde around and was now turned to face her. He had his hands on either side of her face, ready to kiss her cherry red lips. His eyes were glazed over, but most definitely not with love.
“Happy New Year!”
Couples around the room were now kissing each other in every way imaginable. But the most unique kiss by far, was the kiss that Mike roughly planted on Billie Joe’s chapped lips. Mike slipped his tongue out and grazed it along Billie Joe’s bottom lip, surfacing a small moan from the back of Billie Joe’s throat.
Billie Joe slowly pulled away and glanced around. It didn’t appear that anyone noticed the kiss shared between two rock stars, two best friends. He grabbed on to Mike’s hand and pulled him out of the room, into the chilly night air. No words were said in between their departure from the party and their arrival at the hotel they were staying at that night.
The key to Mike’s suite was apparently much more complicated when in this situation than when you were in no hurry. The door flung open and Billie Joe kicked it shut, locking every lock option available to them. He turned to face Mike, his eyes hungry with passion and want. Mike came forward, pinning the smaller man to the door. He raised Billie Joe’s hands above his head and held them to the door at the wrists with one hand. His other hand rested lightly on the singer’s hip before his crashed their lips together. They parted mouths and fought for dominance over the kiss. Mike won, being stronger and more in control in this situation.
Soon, they had both grown hard and were moaning in pleasure each time their erections grazed together. Mike released Billie Joe from the door and dragged him to the bed where he pushed him down so he was laying across the middle of the bed, pillows to his right. Mike took a deep breath, his lip twitching in anticipation. He lunged forward and ripped the buttons on the other man’s shirt off, pulling it over his head of raven hair. He rid himself of his own shirt before leaning down and sucking on Billie Joe’s neck and shoulder.
Still, no words had been spoken between the two. Mike pulled off Billie Joe’s pants and boxers, tearing them over his shoes. He undid his own belt and pants, kicking them off quickly. Billie Joe sat up and yanked Mike’s boxers down, just before Mike pushed him back down, their bare skin creating a wicked sense of friction.
Mike kissed Billie Joe tenderly before pulling the small man’s legs up onto his shoulders. Without warning or preparation, Mike thrust into his best friend. Billie Joe cried out in pain, trying to relax. After a few motions, he had relaxed and was no longer in pain. Mike held the front man’s hip with one hand and pumped his erection with the other.
Billie Joe’s face had started to bead with sweat. Mike’s sweat was dripping off onto Billie Joe’s chest and stomach. They both managed to wait for each other before reaching the peak of their orgasms. It was then that the first words of the evening were spoken.
“Michael!”
“Ugh- Fuck! Billie Joe!”
After coming off their highs, Mike pulled out and laid himself next to the singer. Billie Joe wrapped his arms around the lean bassist’s waist and snuggled into his chest.
“Mike?”
“Yeah?”
“I thought when we got married and had kids an’ shit, we agreed not to do… that.”
Mike shrugged, “Old habits die hard.”
Rifinito.
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Well? What do you think? It's only part one...
Author: Seven... well, Me.
Rating: R.
Pairing: Billie Joe/Mike, Implied!Billie Joe/Adie.
Disclaimer: Not real, don't sue. Fan Fiction.
Summary: Something very special...
Notes: My first fic with more than one part.
January
----
Many people look forward to the New Year for a new start on old habits.
~Author Unknown
----
Billie Joe exhaled slowly, watching the smoke from his cigarette swirl upwards and mix with the descending snowflakes. He knew that he should go back inside to the party, but he didn’t care for the screams and yells of drunken strangers. Normally, he wouldn’t mind but he had a headache the size of Texas and he didn’t want to provoke it.
He took one last drag on his smoke and stubbed out the glowing embers. Looking up at the stars, he turned on his heels to make his way back into the noise and haze of what would be a good party had he felt better. He glanced back down and concentrated on his skillful steps back inside. He sighed, knowing that the highly intoxicated girls would want to dance with him seeing as he didn’t have his wife to accompany him that night. Why did the boys want to have a New Year’s party anyways? They always fell asleep before eleven.
He brushed past the drunkards, breathing through his slightly parted lips so he didn’t have to smell the alcohol-filled breath of the partygoers. Glancing around, he spotted a familiar face, none other than his drummer Tré Cool. He made his way in that direction, but stopped when Tré spun around to face a blonde that was clearly wasted. They went to the dance floor rapidly, starting to do something that looked more like electrocution than dancing.
Billie Joe jumped when a hand was laid heavily on his shoulder. He whirled around to find his best friend and bassist, Mike Dirnt, laughing lightly at the front man’s jolt. Billie Joe playfully slapped the man he had known for years and followed him to the bar where they each ordered a beer each.
A few beers later, midnight was right around the corner and Billie Joe’s headache had been dulled to a slight buzz in the back of his head. Before they knew it, people were gathering around the TV to countdown and welcome 2007.
“Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six!”
People were hanging onto their partners for the traditional kiss at midnight. Billie Joe sighed, wishing he could hold his wife tenderly and kiss her just as the New Year rang in. He glanced at Mike who knew what Billie Joe was feeling and nodded knowingly.
“Five! Four! Three! Two! One!”
Tré had even kept that blonde around and was now turned to face her. He had his hands on either side of her face, ready to kiss her cherry red lips. His eyes were glazed over, but most definitely not with love.
“Happy New Year!”
Couples around the room were now kissing each other in every way imaginable. But the most unique kiss by far, was the kiss that Mike roughly planted on Billie Joe’s chapped lips. Mike slipped his tongue out and grazed it along Billie Joe’s bottom lip, surfacing a small moan from the back of Billie Joe’s throat.
Billie Joe slowly pulled away and glanced around. It didn’t appear that anyone noticed the kiss shared between two rock stars, two best friends. He grabbed on to Mike’s hand and pulled him out of the room, into the chilly night air. No words were said in between their departure from the party and their arrival at the hotel they were staying at that night.
The key to Mike’s suite was apparently much more complicated when in this situation than when you were in no hurry. The door flung open and Billie Joe kicked it shut, locking every lock option available to them. He turned to face Mike, his eyes hungry with passion and want. Mike came forward, pinning the smaller man to the door. He raised Billie Joe’s hands above his head and held them to the door at the wrists with one hand. His other hand rested lightly on the singer’s hip before his crashed their lips together. They parted mouths and fought for dominance over the kiss. Mike won, being stronger and more in control in this situation.
Soon, they had both grown hard and were moaning in pleasure each time their erections grazed together. Mike released Billie Joe from the door and dragged him to the bed where he pushed him down so he was laying across the middle of the bed, pillows to his right. Mike took a deep breath, his lip twitching in anticipation. He lunged forward and ripped the buttons on the other man’s shirt off, pulling it over his head of raven hair. He rid himself of his own shirt before leaning down and sucking on Billie Joe’s neck and shoulder.
Still, no words had been spoken between the two. Mike pulled off Billie Joe’s pants and boxers, tearing them over his shoes. He undid his own belt and pants, kicking them off quickly. Billie Joe sat up and yanked Mike’s boxers down, just before Mike pushed him back down, their bare skin creating a wicked sense of friction.
Mike kissed Billie Joe tenderly before pulling the small man’s legs up onto his shoulders. Without warning or preparation, Mike thrust into his best friend. Billie Joe cried out in pain, trying to relax. After a few motions, he had relaxed and was no longer in pain. Mike held the front man’s hip with one hand and pumped his erection with the other.
Billie Joe’s face had started to bead with sweat. Mike’s sweat was dripping off onto Billie Joe’s chest and stomach. They both managed to wait for each other before reaching the peak of their orgasms. It was then that the first words of the evening were spoken.
“Michael!”
“Ugh- Fuck! Billie Joe!”
After coming off their highs, Mike pulled out and laid himself next to the singer. Billie Joe wrapped his arms around the lean bassist’s waist and snuggled into his chest.
“Mike?”
“Yeah?”
“I thought when we got married and had kids an’ shit, we agreed not to do… that.”
Mike shrugged, “Old habits die hard.”
Rifinito.
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Well? What do you think? It's only part one...