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

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2 Singers, A Songwriter, & A Cute Little Gay Boy
Chapter Three: Rock 'n' Roll Sex Gods

She was staring at him the next morning, her green eyes dark and penetrating. God, he looks different without the eyeliner. Pretty eyes, though. She smiled when he finally opened his. "Nice hair." she teased, gently running a hand down his cheek. Don't be mad if he leaves, Dru. she said mentally preparing himself. Rock stars like to hit and run, remember?

Billie smiled at her. "Could say the same to you." Don't get pissed if she kicks you out, man. They say she's picky. He took her hand in his and kissed it. "'Morning."

She laughed. "Ah, man. You just fucked up my stereotype. Didn't know rock 'n' roll sex gods could be romantic."

He raised an eyebrow and laughed. "'Rock 'n' roll sex gods'? Nice. So, I'm a sex god, now?"

She flipped him off with her free hand and rolled over, sitting up. Billie could see the tattoo on her back perfectly, her lower back. "Marilyn Monroe?"

"Be lucky I didn't get the picture." Druscilla said, pulling on a tee shirt that had been laying on the floor. "Got it when I was eighteen. My stepmom was convinced I was a lesbian." She turned her head and smiled at him as she pulled on a pair of sweats. "She's my god. Don't need anyone if you got Marilyn on your side."

He shook his head. Damn she's beautiful. Even in a tee shirt and sweats. He responded whole heartedly when Druscilla kissed him.

"Get your punk ass up." she said, when their lips parted. "I'm going to make breakfast. Bathroom's across the hall if you want to shower, Billie Joe." She stood up. "And Chris and Gerard'll be down there, so you don't get the fancy idea of not wearing clothes. Didn't work out so well with the last guy who tried."

He rolled his eyes. "Can I smoke?"

"Yeah." she said, smiling. "Outside." He glared at her. "I know. Chris gets pissed, too." she said, and with that took off down the stairs.

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"Good sex last night?" Chris asked the moment his best friend entered the room. He and Gerard both kissed her cheeks on their way to make coffee.

"Shut up." Druscilla hissed. Then, in a much more normal voice as she went to dig bacon out of the freezer, "He stayed over."

Gerard laughed and went to get pancake batter from the cupboard. "Explains your old fashioned breakfast."

She glared at him. "I make 'old fashioned breakfast', as you put it, every Sunday morning." Her voice was not happy.

"I'll help," Chris said, putting his cigarette box down on the table.

Druscilla smiled. "Toast. And don't burn it. Honestly, I've never had the smoke alarm go off from toast until I let you do it."

Gerard leaned over the counter and said softly. "Dru, bring him down instead of making him come down. He'll feel weird. I can make bacon."

She rolled her eyes, but they thanked him as she walked up the stairs. "Don't fucking burn anything."

"Such profanity from a lady." Billie said, buttoning the shirt he wore the night before.

"Idiot." Druscilla said. "Come back to my room." She dug in her closet for a moment and produced a men's tee shirt in a medium. "The pants are fine, but most guys don't wear a button down shirt and sports jacket to breakfast."

"Bitch."

"Bastard."

He shook his head somberly.

"It's an old joke." Druscilla said. "Don't use it. Please."

He flashed her a toothy grin as he pulled off his shirt and pulled on the tee. "Nice." he said, looking at it. A pot leaf.

"Yeah, well." Druscilla shrugged as she opened the bedroom door. "Breakfast?"

"Wait." Billie walked over to her. "About last night."

"It's okay." Druscilla said quickly. "I know how it works."

"How what works?" he asked quizically.

She shook her head. "You know, the whole rock star/one night stand thing. I wasn't born yesterday."

"That's not what I was saying." Billie said. "I wanted to know if you thought it was a one night stand."

Druscilla refused to show her emotions, not one for thinking wearing your heart upon your sleeve was an expression meant for guys you had just slept with. What the fuck is he getting at? "Do you?"

"Ladies first."

"Good. You answer my question first." Druscilla challenged.

He glared at her. "I didn't want it to be."

"Well, it's not." she snapped.

"Fine."

"Good!" Wait. What? She looked really confused. "Did I just get mad at you?"

"I think so." Billie answered, a bit of a smile on his face.

"Oh. Sorry." She laughed in a sort of embarassed way. Perfect, Dru. He wants a relationship and--Wait. Does he want a relationship or sex? She looked at him. "You didn't want it to be as in relationship or as in 'wow, the sex was really good, let's do it again'?"

He rolled his eyes. "You really are nine years younger than me." he said, grabbing her hand. "The first part, Dru. Now quit getting so fucking defensive."

She glared at him as they walked downstairs, but smiled when he kissed her cheek. Gerard and Chris were fighting over toast as Chris pulled another purnt piece from the toaster. "Hopeless." Gerard said. "Fucking hopeless."

"Men don't cook." Chris said, sticking his tongue out.

"Doll," Druscilla said, "we've been over this before. Gerard is the man, you're the bitch." She laughed. "Billie, this is my best friend, Chris. Chris, this is Billie. He's straight. And I know you and Gerard know it's each other."

The two singers nodded at each other and smiled, then Billie turned to Druscilla. "How do you know I'm straight?"

"Well, you better not be fucking gay." she said.

"Maybe I'm a bisexual."

"Well, Chris is taken."

"Druscilla, shut up and put something in your mouth." Gerard said from the stove. "And don't even think about getting that fucking giggly girl 'Gerard just made emphasis to a blowjob joke' look on your face."

Druscilla laughed at him. "God, Ger, you should write a book. Francesca Lia Block meets Andy Warhol on speed."

Her and Billie Joe shared a kiss before he excused himself for a smoke. Chris poked her, after a moment of her staring at the man's retreating back. "You like him, don't you?" There wasn't a joking tone in his voice.

She turned and smiled. "Maybe. He's different."

"He's a good guy." Gerard said from the stove. "Dru . . . it might not be such a good idea."

She glared at him. "Why? Am I not good enough for him?! I'm so fucking sick you guys think I only use men for sex! That's not it, okay? Some of them, but not most of them. And not him! God, fucking, dammit!" She threw herself into a chair and started munching on bacon. "Fuck!" I don't, do I?

Chris handed her a cup of coffee and kissed the top of her head. "Dru, that's not what he meant."

"You said it yesterday." Druscilla answered. "When you asked if I would put out on the first date or the second? You fucking said it, too, Chris."

"Druscilla Ryan, you know damn well you always do. If you want people to stop saying things, then stop doing them." Chris said, stomping his foot, hands on his hips.

Angry, and with tears stinging in her eyes, the brunette stormed outside. Billie was just putting out his cigarette on the sidewalk when she flopped into a wicker chair. "You okay?" he asked, leaning against the side of the porch across from her. He knew full well she wasn't.

"Am I a slut?" she asked him. "Wait, let me rephrase that. Does everyone think I'm a slut? Do I come off as a slut? Do I fuck too many guys?"

Billie's eyes widened a bit as he paused for a moment to light another cigarette. Damn. "I don't think you're a slut. No one would call you one. And everyone and their dog knows you buy all the tabloids and magazines you're in, so I think you'd know if everyone called you a slut." He took a drag. "You know the double standard, princess. It just doesn't seem to apply to you. And I never followed how many guys you fucked, no running tally, so no judgement there."

Druscilla smiled a bit. "Sorry. Didn't mean to unload."

Billie gave a soft laugh and took another drag. "Three sisters. I know how it works."

"It?"

"You know, the whole female embodiment of emotions." He twisted the cigarette in his fingers. "Damn, do I sound like fucking Freud."

She laughed, a sound that was punctuated by his cell phone ringing. He gave her an apologetic look before answering. "Hello . . . Oh, hey, Mike . . . No, I didn't forget . . . I have a fucking calender in my head, you idiot . . ." He looked at Druscilla. 'What are you doing tonight?' he mouthed.

She shook her head. 'Nothing.' she mouthed back, smiling.

"No, Mike . . . Yeah, I'm sure she's great . . . I have a date, you fucking moron, is that so hard to believe . . . You'll find out . . . Good-bye." He hung up and laughed, sliding the phone back into his pocket.

"So," Dru asked, "what did I just get myself into?"

Billie grinned. "Party tonight. We're doing a song. Rock/Top 40/Punk type of shit. You'll like it."

Druscilla smiled. "Yeah . . . I'm sure I will." And as they sat there, just looking at each other while Billie finished his cigarette, Druscilla realized something. Fuck. He's not wearing underwear!