Rage & Love
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › Green Day
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,711
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Green Day. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part Two
Disclaimer: Same.
Rage & Love
Part Two
*Mike's POV*
Stupid son of a bitch. I'm staring at him and he knows I'm pissed. "Mike--"
"Knock it off, Billie Joe. Get the fuck off of me and lay down." He moves slowly, but he does it. I get mad a little too much. He always does what I want when he's mad.
He lays down and move so I'm between his legs. I slowly lick a finger and place it inside of him. He winces and I pull it out. I almost hit him, but think better of it. "You stupid bastard. What the fuck is your problem. You know I hate it when you do that."
"I was fine." Billie says, angry now. "I was fucking fine."
"No, you weren't." I state. "You were hurting yourself and you know it. Why the fuck do you do that?"
"Well, I thought you might want to have sex with me." Billie says, sitting up and moving away from me, reaching for his boxers and pulling them on. "But that was obviously just a figment of my imagination. I'm obviously too undesirable for you or something."
I grip his arm tightly, my fingernails digging into the skin. "Don't you pull that card on me, Billie Joe. You felt guilty. And you know it."
*Billie's POV*
I hate it when he looks at me like that. Not because he's right, but because he treats me like I'm fucking five years old. So what if it hurt a little bit? It's not like I was going to tear myself or anything.
Why does he always have to be so fucking protective, like one little thing is going to kill me? I'm fucking older than he is, for Christ's sake. Where does he get off telling me what to do?
"Get the fuck off of me." I yank away, and slip off the bed. I'm out the door and he didn't even make a move toward me.
*Mike's POV*
Why does he take everything so . . . I don't know. He's acting like a fucking kid. I hate it when he hurts himself during sex just because he thinks he has to. Because I'm not worth him hurting himself over. Why doesn't he get that? I'm not fucking worth him putting himself through pain. He's better than that. He doesn't have to hurt himself for me.
Or for my love.
Because he knows I love him, right?
*Billie's POV*
Why can't he just shut up about it? I mean, if he loved me enough he'd let me do that, right? Because I love him and I just want to please him. I just want him to feel good, but he fucking hates it. And he gets that angry look in his eyes and I just feel like he hates me.
I've been walking down the hallway, but now I slip into the bathroom and lock the door, sinking to the floor and crying.
How can he have so much love in his eyes one minute and so much hate in them the next? That cold blue icy look versus those fucking gems that just scream 'I love you, Billie Joe'. I don't understand him. I mean, he does love me.
Right?
*Mike's POV*
This is just too much. I can hear him crying in the bathroom. I grab my own boxers and pull them on, then walk down the hall softly and knock on the door. "Billie Joe?"
"What?" He tries to sound angry, but he's choking on tears.
"Look, I didn't mean to make you cry. Why don't you just come out and we'll talk about this?"
"No." he says. "No. Because you'll just pull one of your little 'I love you' things and kiss me and then we'll just forget about and you'll get the last word, just like you always do."
"Billie, this isn't about getting the last word, okay?" Now I'm a little annoyed. "You know I fucking hate it when you do that shit, so why the fuck do you do it?"
"Because I just . . . I just want you to like it. I just want you to love me." And then he's crying harder and I know why now. Because he just basically showed me a scar he kept hidden, a secret in a locked box that he just opened. And I know that hurts.
I try the doorknob, but it's locked. "Billie, open the door." But my voice is softer now.
"N-No." He hiccups.
"Billie, I love you, baby. You know I love you. You don't have to hurt yourself for me to love you. I'm not worth that, babe. I'm not worth hurting yourself over."
The door slowly opens.
"Yeah, Mike, you are."
*Billie's POV*
How can he think he's not worth that? I'd do a lot more than hurt myself a bit during sex for Mike. He's fucking perfect and he thinks he's not worth it.
I don't know why he picked me. I really don't. He could have had anyone and he picked me. A stupid slut who can't do anything right.
He pulls me close and wraps his arms around me, running one hand along my neck and another along my spine. "I love you, okay? I love you so much, Billie Joe."
"You're worth it."
"No, I'm not. Besides," he kisses the top of my head, "I like it better when it doesn't hurt you. You know how it gets me off watching you come."
I giggle. God. Leave it to Mike.
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Hmmmmm...that was ... strange. Sex next chapter!
Rage & Love
Part Two
*Mike's POV*
Stupid son of a bitch. I'm staring at him and he knows I'm pissed. "Mike--"
"Knock it off, Billie Joe. Get the fuck off of me and lay down." He moves slowly, but he does it. I get mad a little too much. He always does what I want when he's mad.
He lays down and move so I'm between his legs. I slowly lick a finger and place it inside of him. He winces and I pull it out. I almost hit him, but think better of it. "You stupid bastard. What the fuck is your problem. You know I hate it when you do that."
"I was fine." Billie says, angry now. "I was fucking fine."
"No, you weren't." I state. "You were hurting yourself and you know it. Why the fuck do you do that?"
"Well, I thought you might want to have sex with me." Billie says, sitting up and moving away from me, reaching for his boxers and pulling them on. "But that was obviously just a figment of my imagination. I'm obviously too undesirable for you or something."
I grip his arm tightly, my fingernails digging into the skin. "Don't you pull that card on me, Billie Joe. You felt guilty. And you know it."
*Billie's POV*
I hate it when he looks at me like that. Not because he's right, but because he treats me like I'm fucking five years old. So what if it hurt a little bit? It's not like I was going to tear myself or anything.
Why does he always have to be so fucking protective, like one little thing is going to kill me? I'm fucking older than he is, for Christ's sake. Where does he get off telling me what to do?
"Get the fuck off of me." I yank away, and slip off the bed. I'm out the door and he didn't even make a move toward me.
*Mike's POV*
Why does he take everything so . . . I don't know. He's acting like a fucking kid. I hate it when he hurts himself during sex just because he thinks he has to. Because I'm not worth him hurting himself over. Why doesn't he get that? I'm not fucking worth him putting himself through pain. He's better than that. He doesn't have to hurt himself for me.
Or for my love.
Because he knows I love him, right?
*Billie's POV*
Why can't he just shut up about it? I mean, if he loved me enough he'd let me do that, right? Because I love him and I just want to please him. I just want him to feel good, but he fucking hates it. And he gets that angry look in his eyes and I just feel like he hates me.
I've been walking down the hallway, but now I slip into the bathroom and lock the door, sinking to the floor and crying.
How can he have so much love in his eyes one minute and so much hate in them the next? That cold blue icy look versus those fucking gems that just scream 'I love you, Billie Joe'. I don't understand him. I mean, he does love me.
Right?
*Mike's POV*
This is just too much. I can hear him crying in the bathroom. I grab my own boxers and pull them on, then walk down the hall softly and knock on the door. "Billie Joe?"
"What?" He tries to sound angry, but he's choking on tears.
"Look, I didn't mean to make you cry. Why don't you just come out and we'll talk about this?"
"No." he says. "No. Because you'll just pull one of your little 'I love you' things and kiss me and then we'll just forget about and you'll get the last word, just like you always do."
"Billie, this isn't about getting the last word, okay?" Now I'm a little annoyed. "You know I fucking hate it when you do that shit, so why the fuck do you do it?"
"Because I just . . . I just want you to like it. I just want you to love me." And then he's crying harder and I know why now. Because he just basically showed me a scar he kept hidden, a secret in a locked box that he just opened. And I know that hurts.
I try the doorknob, but it's locked. "Billie, open the door." But my voice is softer now.
"N-No." He hiccups.
"Billie, I love you, baby. You know I love you. You don't have to hurt yourself for me to love you. I'm not worth that, babe. I'm not worth hurting yourself over."
The door slowly opens.
"Yeah, Mike, you are."
*Billie's POV*
How can he think he's not worth that? I'd do a lot more than hurt myself a bit during sex for Mike. He's fucking perfect and he thinks he's not worth it.
I don't know why he picked me. I really don't. He could have had anyone and he picked me. A stupid slut who can't do anything right.
He pulls me close and wraps his arms around me, running one hand along my neck and another along my spine. "I love you, okay? I love you so much, Billie Joe."
"You're worth it."
"No, I'm not. Besides," he kisses the top of my head, "I like it better when it doesn't hurt you. You know how it gets me off watching you come."
I giggle. God. Leave it to Mike.
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Hmmmmm...that was ... strange. Sex next chapter!