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Title: Crowded (Chapter 13)
Author: Elle (Zildjianrocker)
Rating: NC-17 (Whole series)
Pairing: Billie Joe/ Tre/ OFC
Disclaimer: I don't own Tre or Billie and I'm sure this never happened, Jamie came straight out of my head.
“Fabulous Las Vegas...”
Jamie hadn’t been here in years, but her first morning in Sin City had been less than sensational, spent entirely backstage at the Thomas and Mack Centre helping to make preparations for two nights of shows. She had been looking forward to the rare pause in their tour manager’s sadistic itinerary all morning, yet it had apparently already been filled by a client who wasn’t anywhere on her list of responsibilities.
“Stop complaining...” Zadie smiled, wryly, “There’ll be plenty of time for excess and debauchery later. Where’s the use in hanging out with a stylist if I can’t look good?”
Jamie smiled, pressing another bunch of glossy ringlets between her straightening irons.
“I still don’t get why I’m doing this,” she told her, letting a hot sheet of black hair fall through her fingers, “I’d kill to have curls as perfect as yours.”
Zadie rolled her eyes, without looking up from the magazine in her lap.
“Everybody says that,” she said, “You should try it for a day, it’s a freaking ordeal. You’re doing a good job, you know.”
Jamie smiled.
“Well, I’m trying to go faster. Billie Joe has an interview this afternoon and he’s due to walk through that door any minute demanding that my attention is fixed on his hair.”
Zadie smiled, shaking her head.
“That man is the biggest drama queen I know,” she said, “And if he thinks that I’m leaving this room with half of my hair unravelled, he can keep thinkin’.”
Jamie grinned in response.
“Don’t worry, I can handle him.”
Zadie glanced up at Jamie in the mirror, flicked the page in her magazine, and looked down again.
“Hmmm... I don’t doubt it, Honey. Speaking of which, did you guys get past your handling of him back in California, or is it going to be Awkward City when he shows up in here?”
Jamie couldn’t help but grin.
“No, no awkwardness. Everything’s just, y’know... normal.”
Zadie eyed Jamie carefully.
“You’re not... seriously into him are you?”
Jamie kept her eyes focussed on Zadie’s hair, trying to hold back the blush that was threatening to rise to her cheeks.
“No... y’know. We’re pals.”
Zadie smiled.
“Right. Well... that’s probably for the best. I actually think he has someone on the go... he hasn’t stopped smiling the past couple days and I haven’t seen him crack many genuine ones since The Big Split.”
Jamie bit her lip in an attempt to stop her own smile from giving her away. She cleared her throat.
“Maybe he’s just feeling better.”
“All of a sudden?” Zadie questioned, sceptically, “No... I’m almost certain he’s finally gotten laid. I just need to figure out, by whom.”
Jamie laughed nervously.
“Or, you could just leave the poor guy be. Look at that, I’m almost done. Coffee?”
Zadie raised an eyebrow.
“I cannot believe you aren’t even interested. I thought you were going to help me keep up with the gossip around heeeere-wait-a-fucking-minute.”
Jamie flinched.
“You aren’t interested or surprised. Either you have info, or you’re the freakin’ mystery girl in question.”
Jamie cursed, her smile escaping across her features, and she just managed to take the straightening irons away from Zadie’s hair in time before she spun around, half a moment away from second degree burns that she apparently didn’t consider to be important.
“Jesus fuck, Jamie!” she exclaimed, wide-eyed, “Didn’t you think this was worth fucking mentioning?!”
Jamie laughed.
“Worth mentioning? Perhaps. Not worth passing around the whole crew though... it was a one-time thing. We’d had a few drinks, you know the drill.”
Zadie’s mouth dropped open.
“How was it?”
Jamie sighed, smiling, as she spun Zadie around to face the mirror again and took the last section of her hair between her fingers.
“Good. Well, amazing. But , y’know... not a big deal...”
Seeing the look of excitement and wonder on Zadie’s usually calm and measured features, Jamie couldn’t help but grin, the temptation to reveal the involvement of a third person in her antics with Billie Joe almost overwhelming, sure that her friend would implode.
She took a deep breath and held her tongue. She had, after all, only known this girl for a week and a half and she couldn’t be certain that the whole of Las Vegas wouldn’t have heard about her night with Billie and Tre by lunchtime if she let any details slip.
She finished work on Zadie’s hair and stood back to admire her work, unsurprised that she may as well have coloured it pink for all the attention Zadie was paying to the finished result. She laughed again, as Zadie grinned at her in the mirror.
“Welcome to the crew, Jamie,” she told her, “I think you’re my favourite new arrival.”
“Jeez, Tre. It’s four-thirty. I can’t believe you’re drunk already.”
Tre squinted at his reflection, his nose wrinkling in the same expression of adorable concentration that didn’t ever fail to make Jamie smile, as he pencilled around his eyes with an unsteady hand.
“We’re in Vegas...” he reminded her, without looking up, “I’m disappointed it took this long.”
Jamie smiled, sifting through the band’s stage wardrobe, as Tre swivelled away from the mirror to face her, holding his eye pencil out in his hand.
“How do I look?”
She glanced up, taking him in, eyes edged out in smudgy grey, hair in her own perfected disarray, a knowing smile that could stop hearts from fifty paces. She shrugged, lightly, going back to her clothes, unable to hold back the smile pulling at her lips.
“You’ll do.”
Tre’s grin widened. He hopped out of his seat and sidled over to stand behind her, one hand coming to rest above her hip, his chin leaning on her shoulder.
“Are you staying to watch us play tonight?” he murmured, “We’re going to hit up some bars afterward..."
“Of course,” she replied, and he smiled, the kiss he placed against her jaw sending a shiver through her, despite the fact that he smelled like beer.
“Y’see... I said you wouldn’t get sick of watching it really...”
Jamie smirked.
“Yeah...” she said, nudging his chin from her shoulder and turning to face him, her hands sliding around his waist. “Let me be honest. I met those charming emo boys that are opening for you earlier and I’m looking forward to seeing them in action.”
Tre smiled, touching his nose against her forehead.
“You’re a sucker for charming boys.”
Jamie’s heart began to race in her chest, as Tre’s lips brushed her skin, a thousand memories of their night with Billie Joe surging through her mind’s eye and bringing new colour to her cheeks. She reached a hand up into his hair, guiding his mouth toward her own at the exact moment that her cell phone rang out on the dresser, causing them both to jump and spring apart.
She let out a long breath, reaching for it, mentally cursing whoever was on the other end for interrupting, and Tre grinned when she answered it, taking Jamie’s hand and bringing it up to his warm lips, before leaving the room with a wink and a wave.
“So... you got any good stories for me?”
Jamie grinned at the sound of her sister’s voice, not sure how she could even begin put her stories into words.
“Oh, y’know...” she replied, innocently, “Sex, drugs, rock n’ roll... the usual. How’s stuff at home?”
“The same,” Kate joked, “Tom moved in and we haven’t wanted to kill each other yet... so far, so good. Are you in Vegas yet?”
“We got here last night,” Jamie nodded into her phone, clearing up the usual mess that Tre had left in his wake. “Not til’ late, though... we hit a couple bars on the Strip then went back to the hotel... and I’ve been at the Thomas and Mack Centre since eight am... it’s fucking insane here, Kate. Why, are you coming out?”
“Yeah, we’re heading out for the weekend, wanted to stop by and see you guys, maybe catch the show tomorrow night... you think we could?”
Jamie smiled.
“Sure, Billie Joe said he could get you guys tickets for whenever. I’ll let him know you’re coming.”
“Awesome! I heard they put on a really great show...”
Jamie grinned, tossing Tre’s empty beer can across the room and into the trash.
“Oh yeah...” she replied, seriously, “They put on a really great show...”
Billie Joe never had gotten much sleep in Vegas and this trip was no different. Their first of their shows was over, a resounding success, and here he was hours later, the boundaries between night and day blending into nothing. Keeping track of time never was important in this town, the atmosphere on the strip unchanging as the clock rolled around, the hazy desert sun making its first appearance behind the dazzling skyline.
His vision was beginning to blur and he wasn’t sure whether to lay the blame with exhaustion or intoxication, lounging in the corner of the darkened club, one arm slung over the back of the seat, the other pushing ice in lazy circles around the bottom of his cocktail.
His eyes followed Jamie, who was apparently still firing on all cylinders, around the crowded dancefloor, taking in every move her body made, her skin glowing in the UV light, her smile turning heads in every direction. He lifted his cocktail back to his lips, smiling against the glass, as he saw her pull Tre through the throng of activity, her arms going up around his neck as he smiled into her face, before they both started dancing like idiots to You Shook Me All Night Long and he laughed to himself.
He made no move when the song changed and they started weaving their way toward him, offering Jamie nothing more than a raised eyebrow when she leaned across him to take his drink from his hand, perching herself on his knee and tugging, gently, at his shirtsleeve.
“Billie Joe...” she coaxed, “Are you going to spend the rest of the night looking cool in the corner or are you gonna come dance with us...”
Billie Joe smiled, wryly.
“Jamie, I don’t dance. Tre does the dancing, I just do the looking cool in the corner... s’the way it is...”
“But its the timewarp,” Jamie protested, while Tre set about finishing Billie Joe’s drink.
“Not helping your case, Sweetness. I definitely do not do the timewarp.”
“S’just a jump to the left and a step to the right, y’know...” Tre slurred into Billie’s ear, replacing his empty glass with a clatter and throwing an arm around his shoulders.
Jamie felt a stirring in her stomach, at the sight of Tre’s nose grazing gently against Billie’s skin, a coy smile touching Billie’s features as his bandmate giggled into his ear. Jamie bit her lip, her fingers still toying with the soft, black material of Billie Joe’s shirt, as she watched Billie turn his head and murmur a response, his lips mere centimetres from the drummer’s . Tre grinned his slow, unmistakeable grin, making Jamie’s heart flutter the same way it always did, and she was just leaning forward to, reluctantly, remind them that they were in public, when she became aware of some activity on a nearby table and looked up to see a group of young women pointing toward the two men and grinning.
Billie Joe glanced up at Jamie’s nudge, following her eyes toward their spectators and letting out a sigh. He really wasn’t in the mood to be fawned over; one of the reasons he liked coming to this town was that the eccentric types it attracted afforded him the ability to blend into the background. He nudged Jamie out of his lap.
“I think it’s time to move on,” he told her, and she nodded, smiling as he pulled a reluctant Tre to his feet and they headed toward the doorway leading to the next room of the club.
Tre looked back over his shoulder as they left the room, only to see that they now had a growing swarm of people following them, pushing through the crowds to give chase. He placed one hand in the middle of Billie Joe’s back to push him forward and reached his other hand behind him to find Jamie’s, interlocking their fingers.
Billie Joe strode purposefully through the crowded club, the music pounding in his ears. He kept his eyes focussed straight ahead, not wanting to risk attracting any more followers, but he could tell from Tre’s urgency behind him that they were close to getting mobbed by a steadily-growing gang of drunk girls.
Jamie couldn’t help but grin, tripping in her heels, her grip tightening on Tre’s hand as he pulled her through the room with gathering pace, not quite able to believe how ridiculous it was that they were running away. She looked back over her shoulder to see the two girls at the front were gaining on them, trying to shout Billie’s name over the noise inside the club. She wondered if they had thought through their course of action if he actually stopped walking, concerned that it would involve both him and Tre being torn in eight directions by sixteen eager hands.
Billie Joe’s eyes scanned the area ahead for an exit, before landing on a security guy ten times the size of him and meeting his eyes in half a second of recognition and understanding. He wordlessly opened the fire exit behind him, pushed Billie Joe, Tre and Jamie through it all in one swoop, then closed it just as quickly behind them, the music and the commotion shutting off with the metallic bang of the steel door.
The air was warm and bright with city lights but the area was deserted, save for a sleeping vagrant on the other side of the chicken wire fence. Billie Joe’s back pressed against the wall, his head craning left, then right, making sure that the coast was clear, as Jamie and Tre slumped against the wall next to him, then slid down to the ground.
“I think we lost ‘em...” Billie Joe grinned, crouching down next to his friends, amused that Jamie didn’t seem to care that the concrete was filthy and she was wearing a brand new dress. She started giggling again, for no apparent reason, the craziness of the situation hitting home as she sat between them, her gaze flicking from one to the other, struggling to decide which one looked the most appealing. Tre grinned at her.
“What’s so funny, Princess...” he murmured, his voice like honey.
Billie Joe leaned closer, his fingers reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from Jamie’s eyes.
“Hmm... I think it’s time we found some way of shuttin’ her up...”
The suggestive tone to Billie’s voice left her giggles somewhere in her chest, the look in his eyes was enough to halt her breathing completely. Now it was Tre’s turn to giggle.
“I think you just did...”
Billie Joe flashed Jamie a hot smile, before leaning across her and sliding a hand into Tre’s hair. She bit her lip in anticipation, eyes tracing his profile, and an indiscriminate sound escaped her as Tre leaned forward and met Billie Joe’s mouth with his own. A low growl sounded somewhere in Tre’s throat when Billie deepened the kiss, fingers tugging, gently, at his hair, before they slowly parted, breath heavy against each other’s lips. Jamie groaned.
“Guys...” she began, her voice coming out in a whisper that was quickly cut off by Tre.
“Kiss her,” he commanded, huskily, against Billie Joe’s lips.
Jamie let out a breath, her heart skipping a beat, as Billie Joe turned his face toward her and her fingers grabbed, clumsily, for his white tie. Tre gave a low moan of encouragement, as he pressed a hand into Billie Joe’s hair and guided the two together, lips meeting with a searing passion that sent Jamie’s mind tumbling.
She barely had time to draw breath before he had crawled into her lap, knees gathering dirt as he straddled her, eager fingers tangling in her hair. Tre’s breathing was heavy, his own hand still stroking in his bandmate’s hair as he watched the pair share deep, feverish kisses. Billie Joe’s tongue lapped gently against Jamie’s lip as she caught his face in her hands and pulled back, her cheeks flushed.
“Wow...” she mumbled, “You wanna carry on doing that, you can get us back to the hotel, pronto.”
Tre grinned.
“The woman’s got a point,” he said, “I think she’s a little above fucking behind the dumpsters.”
Billie Joe let out a low chuckle.
“Not a problem...” he murmured, allowing Tre to pull him to his feet, before they reached down and did the same to Jamie, taking one hand each. “Let’s get out of here...”
Author: Elle (Zildjianrocker)
Rating: NC-17 (Whole series)
Pairing: Billie Joe/ Tre/ OFC
Disclaimer: I don't own Tre or Billie and I'm sure this never happened, Jamie came straight out of my head.
“Fabulous Las Vegas...”
Jamie hadn’t been here in years, but her first morning in Sin City had been less than sensational, spent entirely backstage at the Thomas and Mack Centre helping to make preparations for two nights of shows. She had been looking forward to the rare pause in their tour manager’s sadistic itinerary all morning, yet it had apparently already been filled by a client who wasn’t anywhere on her list of responsibilities.
“Stop complaining...” Zadie smiled, wryly, “There’ll be plenty of time for excess and debauchery later. Where’s the use in hanging out with a stylist if I can’t look good?”
Jamie smiled, pressing another bunch of glossy ringlets between her straightening irons.
“I still don’t get why I’m doing this,” she told her, letting a hot sheet of black hair fall through her fingers, “I’d kill to have curls as perfect as yours.”
Zadie rolled her eyes, without looking up from the magazine in her lap.
“Everybody says that,” she said, “You should try it for a day, it’s a freaking ordeal. You’re doing a good job, you know.”
Jamie smiled.
“Well, I’m trying to go faster. Billie Joe has an interview this afternoon and he’s due to walk through that door any minute demanding that my attention is fixed on his hair.”
Zadie smiled, shaking her head.
“That man is the biggest drama queen I know,” she said, “And if he thinks that I’m leaving this room with half of my hair unravelled, he can keep thinkin’.”
Jamie grinned in response.
“Don’t worry, I can handle him.”
Zadie glanced up at Jamie in the mirror, flicked the page in her magazine, and looked down again.
“Hmmm... I don’t doubt it, Honey. Speaking of which, did you guys get past your handling of him back in California, or is it going to be Awkward City when he shows up in here?”
Jamie couldn’t help but grin.
“No, no awkwardness. Everything’s just, y’know... normal.”
Zadie eyed Jamie carefully.
“You’re not... seriously into him are you?”
Jamie kept her eyes focussed on Zadie’s hair, trying to hold back the blush that was threatening to rise to her cheeks.
“No... y’know. We’re pals.”
Zadie smiled.
“Right. Well... that’s probably for the best. I actually think he has someone on the go... he hasn’t stopped smiling the past couple days and I haven’t seen him crack many genuine ones since The Big Split.”
Jamie bit her lip in an attempt to stop her own smile from giving her away. She cleared her throat.
“Maybe he’s just feeling better.”
“All of a sudden?” Zadie questioned, sceptically, “No... I’m almost certain he’s finally gotten laid. I just need to figure out, by whom.”
Jamie laughed nervously.
“Or, you could just leave the poor guy be. Look at that, I’m almost done. Coffee?”
Zadie raised an eyebrow.
“I cannot believe you aren’t even interested. I thought you were going to help me keep up with the gossip around heeeere-wait-a-fucking-minute.”
Jamie flinched.
“You aren’t interested or surprised. Either you have info, or you’re the freakin’ mystery girl in question.”
Jamie cursed, her smile escaping across her features, and she just managed to take the straightening irons away from Zadie’s hair in time before she spun around, half a moment away from second degree burns that she apparently didn’t consider to be important.
“Jesus fuck, Jamie!” she exclaimed, wide-eyed, “Didn’t you think this was worth fucking mentioning?!”
Jamie laughed.
“Worth mentioning? Perhaps. Not worth passing around the whole crew though... it was a one-time thing. We’d had a few drinks, you know the drill.”
Zadie’s mouth dropped open.
“How was it?”
Jamie sighed, smiling, as she spun Zadie around to face the mirror again and took the last section of her hair between her fingers.
“Good. Well, amazing. But , y’know... not a big deal...”
Seeing the look of excitement and wonder on Zadie’s usually calm and measured features, Jamie couldn’t help but grin, the temptation to reveal the involvement of a third person in her antics with Billie Joe almost overwhelming, sure that her friend would implode.
She took a deep breath and held her tongue. She had, after all, only known this girl for a week and a half and she couldn’t be certain that the whole of Las Vegas wouldn’t have heard about her night with Billie and Tre by lunchtime if she let any details slip.
She finished work on Zadie’s hair and stood back to admire her work, unsurprised that she may as well have coloured it pink for all the attention Zadie was paying to the finished result. She laughed again, as Zadie grinned at her in the mirror.
“Welcome to the crew, Jamie,” she told her, “I think you’re my favourite new arrival.”
“Jeez, Tre. It’s four-thirty. I can’t believe you’re drunk already.”
Tre squinted at his reflection, his nose wrinkling in the same expression of adorable concentration that didn’t ever fail to make Jamie smile, as he pencilled around his eyes with an unsteady hand.
“We’re in Vegas...” he reminded her, without looking up, “I’m disappointed it took this long.”
Jamie smiled, sifting through the band’s stage wardrobe, as Tre swivelled away from the mirror to face her, holding his eye pencil out in his hand.
“How do I look?”
She glanced up, taking him in, eyes edged out in smudgy grey, hair in her own perfected disarray, a knowing smile that could stop hearts from fifty paces. She shrugged, lightly, going back to her clothes, unable to hold back the smile pulling at her lips.
“You’ll do.”
Tre’s grin widened. He hopped out of his seat and sidled over to stand behind her, one hand coming to rest above her hip, his chin leaning on her shoulder.
“Are you staying to watch us play tonight?” he murmured, “We’re going to hit up some bars afterward..."
“Of course,” she replied, and he smiled, the kiss he placed against her jaw sending a shiver through her, despite the fact that he smelled like beer.
“Y’see... I said you wouldn’t get sick of watching it really...”
Jamie smirked.
“Yeah...” she said, nudging his chin from her shoulder and turning to face him, her hands sliding around his waist. “Let me be honest. I met those charming emo boys that are opening for you earlier and I’m looking forward to seeing them in action.”
Tre smiled, touching his nose against her forehead.
“You’re a sucker for charming boys.”
Jamie’s heart began to race in her chest, as Tre’s lips brushed her skin, a thousand memories of their night with Billie Joe surging through her mind’s eye and bringing new colour to her cheeks. She reached a hand up into his hair, guiding his mouth toward her own at the exact moment that her cell phone rang out on the dresser, causing them both to jump and spring apart.
She let out a long breath, reaching for it, mentally cursing whoever was on the other end for interrupting, and Tre grinned when she answered it, taking Jamie’s hand and bringing it up to his warm lips, before leaving the room with a wink and a wave.
“So... you got any good stories for me?”
Jamie grinned at the sound of her sister’s voice, not sure how she could even begin put her stories into words.
“Oh, y’know...” she replied, innocently, “Sex, drugs, rock n’ roll... the usual. How’s stuff at home?”
“The same,” Kate joked, “Tom moved in and we haven’t wanted to kill each other yet... so far, so good. Are you in Vegas yet?”
“We got here last night,” Jamie nodded into her phone, clearing up the usual mess that Tre had left in his wake. “Not til’ late, though... we hit a couple bars on the Strip then went back to the hotel... and I’ve been at the Thomas and Mack Centre since eight am... it’s fucking insane here, Kate. Why, are you coming out?”
“Yeah, we’re heading out for the weekend, wanted to stop by and see you guys, maybe catch the show tomorrow night... you think we could?”
Jamie smiled.
“Sure, Billie Joe said he could get you guys tickets for whenever. I’ll let him know you’re coming.”
“Awesome! I heard they put on a really great show...”
Jamie grinned, tossing Tre’s empty beer can across the room and into the trash.
“Oh yeah...” she replied, seriously, “They put on a really great show...”
Billie Joe never had gotten much sleep in Vegas and this trip was no different. Their first of their shows was over, a resounding success, and here he was hours later, the boundaries between night and day blending into nothing. Keeping track of time never was important in this town, the atmosphere on the strip unchanging as the clock rolled around, the hazy desert sun making its first appearance behind the dazzling skyline.
His vision was beginning to blur and he wasn’t sure whether to lay the blame with exhaustion or intoxication, lounging in the corner of the darkened club, one arm slung over the back of the seat, the other pushing ice in lazy circles around the bottom of his cocktail.
His eyes followed Jamie, who was apparently still firing on all cylinders, around the crowded dancefloor, taking in every move her body made, her skin glowing in the UV light, her smile turning heads in every direction. He lifted his cocktail back to his lips, smiling against the glass, as he saw her pull Tre through the throng of activity, her arms going up around his neck as he smiled into her face, before they both started dancing like idiots to You Shook Me All Night Long and he laughed to himself.
He made no move when the song changed and they started weaving their way toward him, offering Jamie nothing more than a raised eyebrow when she leaned across him to take his drink from his hand, perching herself on his knee and tugging, gently, at his shirtsleeve.
“Billie Joe...” she coaxed, “Are you going to spend the rest of the night looking cool in the corner or are you gonna come dance with us...”
Billie Joe smiled, wryly.
“Jamie, I don’t dance. Tre does the dancing, I just do the looking cool in the corner... s’the way it is...”
“But its the timewarp,” Jamie protested, while Tre set about finishing Billie Joe’s drink.
“Not helping your case, Sweetness. I definitely do not do the timewarp.”
“S’just a jump to the left and a step to the right, y’know...” Tre slurred into Billie’s ear, replacing his empty glass with a clatter and throwing an arm around his shoulders.
Jamie felt a stirring in her stomach, at the sight of Tre’s nose grazing gently against Billie’s skin, a coy smile touching Billie’s features as his bandmate giggled into his ear. Jamie bit her lip, her fingers still toying with the soft, black material of Billie Joe’s shirt, as she watched Billie turn his head and murmur a response, his lips mere centimetres from the drummer’s . Tre grinned his slow, unmistakeable grin, making Jamie’s heart flutter the same way it always did, and she was just leaning forward to, reluctantly, remind them that they were in public, when she became aware of some activity on a nearby table and looked up to see a group of young women pointing toward the two men and grinning.
Billie Joe glanced up at Jamie’s nudge, following her eyes toward their spectators and letting out a sigh. He really wasn’t in the mood to be fawned over; one of the reasons he liked coming to this town was that the eccentric types it attracted afforded him the ability to blend into the background. He nudged Jamie out of his lap.
“I think it’s time to move on,” he told her, and she nodded, smiling as he pulled a reluctant Tre to his feet and they headed toward the doorway leading to the next room of the club.
Tre looked back over his shoulder as they left the room, only to see that they now had a growing swarm of people following them, pushing through the crowds to give chase. He placed one hand in the middle of Billie Joe’s back to push him forward and reached his other hand behind him to find Jamie’s, interlocking their fingers.
Billie Joe strode purposefully through the crowded club, the music pounding in his ears. He kept his eyes focussed straight ahead, not wanting to risk attracting any more followers, but he could tell from Tre’s urgency behind him that they were close to getting mobbed by a steadily-growing gang of drunk girls.
Jamie couldn’t help but grin, tripping in her heels, her grip tightening on Tre’s hand as he pulled her through the room with gathering pace, not quite able to believe how ridiculous it was that they were running away. She looked back over her shoulder to see the two girls at the front were gaining on them, trying to shout Billie’s name over the noise inside the club. She wondered if they had thought through their course of action if he actually stopped walking, concerned that it would involve both him and Tre being torn in eight directions by sixteen eager hands.
Billie Joe’s eyes scanned the area ahead for an exit, before landing on a security guy ten times the size of him and meeting his eyes in half a second of recognition and understanding. He wordlessly opened the fire exit behind him, pushed Billie Joe, Tre and Jamie through it all in one swoop, then closed it just as quickly behind them, the music and the commotion shutting off with the metallic bang of the steel door.
The air was warm and bright with city lights but the area was deserted, save for a sleeping vagrant on the other side of the chicken wire fence. Billie Joe’s back pressed against the wall, his head craning left, then right, making sure that the coast was clear, as Jamie and Tre slumped against the wall next to him, then slid down to the ground.
“I think we lost ‘em...” Billie Joe grinned, crouching down next to his friends, amused that Jamie didn’t seem to care that the concrete was filthy and she was wearing a brand new dress. She started giggling again, for no apparent reason, the craziness of the situation hitting home as she sat between them, her gaze flicking from one to the other, struggling to decide which one looked the most appealing. Tre grinned at her.
“What’s so funny, Princess...” he murmured, his voice like honey.
Billie Joe leaned closer, his fingers reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from Jamie’s eyes.
“Hmm... I think it’s time we found some way of shuttin’ her up...”
The suggestive tone to Billie’s voice left her giggles somewhere in her chest, the look in his eyes was enough to halt her breathing completely. Now it was Tre’s turn to giggle.
“I think you just did...”
Billie Joe flashed Jamie a hot smile, before leaning across her and sliding a hand into Tre’s hair. She bit her lip in anticipation, eyes tracing his profile, and an indiscriminate sound escaped her as Tre leaned forward and met Billie Joe’s mouth with his own. A low growl sounded somewhere in Tre’s throat when Billie deepened the kiss, fingers tugging, gently, at his hair, before they slowly parted, breath heavy against each other’s lips. Jamie groaned.
“Guys...” she began, her voice coming out in a whisper that was quickly cut off by Tre.
“Kiss her,” he commanded, huskily, against Billie Joe’s lips.
Jamie let out a breath, her heart skipping a beat, as Billie Joe turned his face toward her and her fingers grabbed, clumsily, for his white tie. Tre gave a low moan of encouragement, as he pressed a hand into Billie Joe’s hair and guided the two together, lips meeting with a searing passion that sent Jamie’s mind tumbling.
She barely had time to draw breath before he had crawled into her lap, knees gathering dirt as he straddled her, eager fingers tangling in her hair. Tre’s breathing was heavy, his own hand still stroking in his bandmate’s hair as he watched the pair share deep, feverish kisses. Billie Joe’s tongue lapped gently against Jamie’s lip as she caught his face in her hands and pulled back, her cheeks flushed.
“Wow...” she mumbled, “You wanna carry on doing that, you can get us back to the hotel, pronto.”
Tre grinned.
“The woman’s got a point,” he said, “I think she’s a little above fucking behind the dumpsters.”
Billie Joe let out a low chuckle.
“Not a problem...” he murmured, allowing Tre to pull him to his feet, before they reached down and did the same to Jamie, taking one hand each. “Let’s get out of here...”