2 Singers, A Songwriter, & a Cute Little Gay Boy

Second chapter. After this chapter rating becomes NC-17...Yay!!! Thanks for the reviews!

Standard disclaimer, yada yada yada.

Oh, and I forgot to mention before...Chris is mine and loosely based off a friend of mine, so Chris cannot be adopted...he's my gay fiance.

Oh...My Chemical Romance is a band...a gothic rock band...the lead singer is Gerard Way...I'm not putting a lot about MCR in the story, just using the singer cuz Gerard is fucking hot!!!

2 Singers, A Songwriter, & A Cute Little Gay Boy

Chapter One: Drunken Games

Dressed to kill, as always. Gerard in leather, Chris in jeans of Druscilla's that he 'accidently' shrunk in the wash, and Druscilla in her sexy red dress.

This party was going to suck. Druscilla grimanced and shook a few hands before retreating to the furthest sofa with a very large marguarita. She was getting steadily drunk when a man sat down next to her. "Bet you don't remember me." he said smiling. He was handsome, for all of forty-two.

Dru smiled. "I remember you, Morgan. The tsunami benefit. You wanted me to pose topless to save the animals."

"A good cause." he defended.

"Don't see how exposing my tits is supposed to save the whates." Druscilla was a real smart ass when intoxicated and tonight was no exception.

"Let me explain it to you." Morgan smirked. She really was asking for it. Drunk, hiding in the darkest and most secluded area, that low cut dress...

He clasped his hand over her mouth. His other hand had barely cupped her breast when Druscilla jerked, her knee sharp into his groin. He doubled over as Dru stood up and turned, colliding with a man not much taller than her.

"Sorry." she said, then looked at his face and smiled. "Hey." She wobbled as she took a step to the side.

The man reached out to steady her. "Hey, I thought the famous Dru could hold her liquor better than that."

Morgan stood up and left his hand over his groin as he hobbled to the door.

"Nice." Billie said approvingly. "Any woman that can defend herself marks high in my book."

"I wasn't aware I was tyring to makeyour book, Billie Joe." Druscilla teased, prodding him gently in the chest with her finger.

They had talked a few times, her and Billy Joe. She liked him well enough, thought he was cute, liked the music . . . But now the alcohol was making her think things she shouldn't.

He smiled at her and laughed. Not condesending, but enough to let Druscilla know he was laughing at her, not with her. "You should sit down before you trip over your pretty little shoes."

Dru rolled her eyes then and he knew why. How dare he order 'Little Miss I Never Listen to Men' around?

"I think I'd rather go home." Druscilla said.

"Alone?"

He was teasing her and she knew it. Druscilla ryan never left parties alone. "Alone." she said, then sighed and threw herself down on the couch. "Fuck it."

"Could be interesting." Billie said, sitting down beside her. "You and Mr. Boyfriend broke up recently?"

"Try five hours ago." Dru confessed. "I shouldn't date movie stars; they're all into commitment. And the last musician I dated prefers cock, so I guess I'm tuck with either small screen or becoming a lesbian." She buried her head in her hands. "Are you all this infuriating?"

Billie laughed and threw an arm around her shoulders, his lips dangerously close to her ear. "Only to make up for women."

"Touche." Druscilla said, but her mind was clearly elsewhere.

Then . . . Chris and Gerard were there. The latter smiled at Billie. "Hitting on poor, defenseless women? For shame, Mr. Armstrong."

"Fuck off, Ger." came Druscilla's dark voice as her hands moved from her face.

Chris moved foward, concerned. "Dru, hon, let's go. You're--"

"Bit me." she snapped.

"She's drunk." Billie said, not knowing why he was apologizing for a woman he barely knew.

Druscilla snorted. "No fucking kidding?"

Billie stared at her. "No fucking kidding, princess."

Gerard grabbed Chris. "We'll do rounds again."

Billie and Druscilla ignored them both as they left. The girl held out her hand. "Gimme a beer."

So Billie did what no one else in his position would do. He bit Druscilla's hand.

She pulled back. "Dick!"

"Bitch." he countered without missing a beat.

"Fuck me." And suddenly Druscilla's lips were on his.

When he kissed back tentatively, Druscilla pulled away. "Men! Please, did you actually think I was that drunk? Fun, though." The girl was giggling until Billie grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to him for a mind tumbling kiss, all deep and wet.

"Where the fuck did that come from?" Druscilla demanded when they separated.

Billie chuckled. "Well, I know how you hate to leave parties alone."

Druscilla gasped, mock shock. "How dare you imply that I'm anything but a virgin?"

"Doll," Billie said, "when we were presenting at the Grammies, you told me you'd just had the best sex of your life."

"I lied."

"Bullshit."

"No, really." Druscilla made a face. "The sex was terrible."

That time he laughed, a real laugh. "God, kid, you are something else."

"You didn't just call me kid." Druscilla said warningly.

Billie looked confused. "Really? I could have sworn I did." When Druscilla continued to glare, Billie held his hands up in surrender. "I'm thirty-three, you're twenty-four. Take a fucking pill."

"Three a day." Druscilla said promptly.

"Don't want ot know." Billie said, even though he had a sneaking supsicion Dru was going to enlighten him anyway.

"Birth control, anti-depressant, sleeping pill."

"Give you a tip." billie said. "Don't take that sleeping pill after you've been drinking."

"Billie Joe," Druscilla asked, "how much sleeping do you think we'll be doing tonight?"

Only an idiot could miss the arousal that dripped from her voice.

"Your place or mine?" he asked without missing a beat.

"Mine." Druscilla answer. "Did you drive?"

He nodded.

Gerard and Chris fought laughter as they watched the pair of them leave.

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Okay, so the next chapter will be sex. Yay!