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

Disclaimer: I don't own any members of My Chemical Romance (you meet Mikey in this chapter) or any members of Green Day (you finally see Tre and Mike this chapter). I don't own Chris. He's my friend, he owns himself. (Quite sad. Just kidding, babe.) I own Druscilla. Druscilla is me. If you steal Druscilla she will come to life and kick your ass. Leave her alone.

I do own all songs that are written out in this chapter. I don't own the songs on MTV.

A/N: Several songs are written during this chapter. (Three, I think.) I enclose them all at the end of this chapter. You are not required to read them. The story goes smoothly without reading them. I would recommend 'Cigarettes and Chocolate Bars' however. It will turn up later.

P.S. Straight sex scene alert. Chris may be reading this, so I'll warn. You'll be able to notice it, babe.

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

Chapter Four: 80 MPH Kisses

"What do I need to wear to this thing?" Druscilla asked Billie Joe on her cell phone.

"Why?" he asked, enjoying tormenting her.

"Oh, you know." Druscilla made her voice very 'valley girl'. "My stylist's out of town and I don't even know what 'punk' means."

"Shit." Billie laughed. "I don't know. Ask Gerard to help you. There's just the concert and the party after. It'll be okay. Breathe."

"Fuck you." Druscilla said, laughing. "Okay. See you at six."

"Bye, Dru."

"Bye, Billie Joe."

Druscilla hung up the phone. She laughed. Her outfit had been laying on the bed since her shower. She just wanted an excuse to talk to him again.

Fuck girl. Remember your promise. Commitment's for the weak. Don't get all weak in the knees over him just because he was . . . perfect.

Druscilla smiled as she looked in the mirror. Then, in nothing but the towel wrapped around her wet hair, she sat at her computer and typed up the song the new band Magenta would use as their breakout single.

I want to hear your voice again
As it was when you screamed my name
I want your head on my pillow again
Where it was after you pulled out of me.

At five o' clock, Druscilla sat down in front of her TV and turned it to a station that played rock videos nonstop. She lay in front of the screen on her stomach, an open notebook in front of her, the end of a pen in her mouth.

"What's up with her?" Gerard asked from the window in the kitchen where he was smoking.

"She's in a mood." Chris said. "A writing mood. She'll be busy until Billie gets here." He took Gerard's cigarette and pressed his lips to it. "You know . . . we could stay busy until Billie gets here, too." He winked and took the last drag off the cigarette, throwing it into a glass of beer.

Gerard laughed and chased his boyfriend up the stairs.

Druscilla's fishnet clad feet were bent up and swinging as she sang loudly--and quite badly--to a Breaking Benjamin song, her hand flying across the paper as she penned 'Cigarettes and Chocolate Bars'.

She was stilling singing thirty minutes later when Chris and Geard came downstairs, both with wet hair. Druscilla was working onpossible chords for a second song, 'Mosters', when Billie Joe knocked on the door at about thirteen past six, thirty seconds into 'Mr. Brightside'.

"You'll have to wait until the song's over." Chris said. "She won't talk during a song."

"The Killers?" Billie Joe asked.

"Her favorite song right now." Gerard said. "You told her to ask me to help her dress?"

Billie shrugged. "Figured you'dknow."

"She picked that out herself." Gerard said, pointing at her. Druscilla was wearing black fishnets, a khaki green denim miniskirt, and a skintight black tank top.

"Cute." Billie said as Chris clicked off the television, the last chords of The Killers cut off prematurely.

"What the fuck?" Druscilla snapped.

"Billie Joe's here." Geard said from the couch.

Slolwy, trying to act as if her heart weren't beating in her chest like a schoolgirl with a crush, Druscilla stood and turned. Calm down. she told herself. He's just another rock star.

"I need to get my purse and shoes," she told him, disappearing around the corner with Chris to slip into her black heels and throw her trusty, beat up denim purse over her shoulder. Her pin of the moment--'Rock the Arts'--was clipped onto the shoulder strap.

"You look fine, great, beautiful." Chris said, kissing her cheek. "Don't be too good and call if you're staying out."

"I never stay out."

"You never have the guy stay over on the first date." Chris pointed out. "Have fun."

Druscilla took a deep breath and walked into the living room. "Ready?"

Gerard smiled at her as she and Billie Joe just sort of looked at each other.

"You look great." Billie said finally, his lips lightly grazing her cheek.

"Have fun, honey." Gerard said as they walked toward teh door. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"No worries." Billie and Dru said at the same time, causing them to break into fits of laughter and share a much more heated kiss than the one in the house.

"Did I dress right?" she asked as she slid into the passenger seat of the car.

"Trust me," Billie said, "you look great." His hand moved slowly up her leg to prove his point.

"Eyes on the road, Mr. Armstrong." Druscilla teased. "I don't want to die just yet."

"Oh, but you'll die with a rock 'n' roll sex god." he joked, swerving just to scare her.

Druscilla Ryan, however, was not easily frightened, at least no from bad drivers. She had driven illegally until she was nineteen--taking turns at fifty and giving people whiplash at stop signs just for laughs--all without a license.

And she told Billie so . . . in between laughs, swearing, and dodging eighty mile per hour kisses. They arrived at the show forty-five minutes later, laughing and reeking of cigarette smoke.

They slipped inside the venue without trouble. Billie's hand linked with Druscilla's as he lead her backstage, through a mass of people: some drinking, some smoking . . . praying, pacing, warming up. At the end of the hallway were two men smoking cigarettes.

Druscilla recognized them immediately, but Billie Joe made introductions anyway . . . kind of. "Dru, these two losers are Mike Dirnt and Tre Cool Guys, this is Druscilla."

Druscilla rolled her eyes. "Dru. And I'm the newest piece of ass." When Billie Joe whipped around too look at her--an unlit cigarette between his lips--she laughed.

"You're living with Gerard, right?" Mike asked, offering her a cigarette.

"Don't smoke." Druscilla said. "And yeah, I live with Ger."

"How is that son of a bitch?" Tre asked, already more than a bit drunk.

"Probably fucking Chris on my new couch about now." Druscilla said, laughing. "Can I have a drink of that?" she asked, pointing at the beer bottle in Tre's left hand.

"He has rabies." Billie warned when Tre held the bottle out.

"I'll live." Druscilla said, taking a drink. "I've been kissing you, haven't I?"

Mike laughed and Tre choked on an inhale. "I like her." Tre decided.

"Glad she meets your approval." Billie said. "Not that she needs it." he added, looking meaningfully at Druscilla, who just smiled and took another drink.

"Well, w have to warm up." Bille said after a few more minutes of ribbing at his expense.

Druscilla nodded. "I'm going to get another beer then. Break a leg?"

Billie grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into one of the eighty mile per hour kisses she had been dodging in the car. "Catch you after."

A bit dazed, she walked down the hallway, slowly bringing a hand to her lips.

"You like her." Mike said after Druscilla had disappeared through the crowd of people. It wasn't a question.

"Don't we need to warm up?" Billie asked.

"She's cute." Tre said.

"She's beautiful." Billie said softly.

"You like her." Mike repeated.

"Yeah, Mike, I like her." Billie said impatiently. "She's different."

"She's cool." Tre said. "Most girls you date would never say shit like that to you."

Billie put his cigarette out on the floor and lit another. "I think we're dating."

"You think you're dating?" Mike asked. "What the hell does that mean?"

"We never really talked about it." Bille said. "We just said it was more than a one-night stand."

"How many times have you fucked?" Tre asked. Billie raised an eyebrow. "Three dates or five fucks." Tre said. "Then you're exclusive and all that shit."

"Four." Billie said, looking in the direction Druscilla had gone. Something flickered in his eyes. "Four." Billie repeated, putting out his half-smoked ciagrette. He shook his head as if trying to clear it. "Who're we going after?"

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Druscilla leaned over the bar. "Can I get a Budweiser?" she asked. She pulled a twenty from her purse, but the bartender waved her off. "Your money's no good here. My daughter loves your movie."

A few minutes later Druscilla left the bar with a beer and the bartender tucked a signed cocktail napkin in his pocket. Druscilla smiled and edged closer to the stage, starting when someone grabbed her arm. She turned and grinned even wider. "Hey, Mikey." she said, greeting Gerard's younger brother.

"Hey, Dru, what's up?"

"Could ask you the same thing?" she said, gesturing to both the unlit cigarette in his hand and the nearly topless woman hanging on his arm. "I thought you quit."

"I just need something between my fingers." he explained. "How's Gee?"

"Good." Druscilla said. "You should come by tomorrow and see him. Or sometime."

Mikey nodded. "I might do that. Who're you here with?" he asked.

"Billie Joe." Druscilla said.

"Really?" Mike whistled. "Now that's interesting. How long's that been going on?"

"About a day." Druscilla admitted, a bit of a blush on her cheeks.

"Kinky." Mikey joked. "Well, don't do anything stupid."

"Me? Do something stupid?"

MIkey laughed and kissed her cheek. "Just use a condom."

"You, too." Druscilla said, pinching his cheek and heading toward the stage again.

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"Having fun?" Billie Joe asked, pulling Druscilla with him after he, Tre, and Mike finished answering questions and doing photo opps.

"Yeah." Druscilla said, setting her fourth empty beer bottle down on a table. "Let's go back to the bar."

"You guys want a beer?" Billie called, looking over his shoulder for his bandmates. Tre was locking lips with a woman younger than Druscill and Mike was talking to a redhead who seemed extremely interest in his pectoral muscles.

Billie laughed. "Two beers." he told a female bartender, who winked and passed them over. Billie handed her a twenty, threw his arm and Druscilla's shoulders, and walked away laughing. Dru handed him a beer.

"Do they like me?" Druscilla asked as they found an empty chair.

Billie pulled Druscilla into his lap and kissed her cheek. "KId, have you ever meant anyone who didn't like you?"

"Bill O'Reilly." Druscilla said immediately.

Billie Joe laughed. "Well, Tre and Mile like you." Billie said, taking a drink. "Don't be afraid if Tre hits on you."

Druscilla laughed. "Don't worry. I won't be."

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They were at the party about three hours later . . . on a couch . . . necking the hell out of one another. Druscilla ran her teeth lightly across Billie Joe's neck, smiling when she heard the sharp intake of his breath.

Billie had found the pulse in Druscilla's neck and was taking reat pleasure as she surpessed her moans. He could feel them rise up in her throat, although they never made it past her perfect lips. "You want to get out of here?" he whispered, his warm breath against her neck.

"Mmmm . . ." Druscilla nodded, planting a light kiss to Billie's neck. "Yeah, let's go. Can you drive?"

Billie pulled his lips from Druscilla's neck and kissed her forehead. "One beer? Yeah, I think I can handle driving."

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Druscilla was still surprisingly agile after six beers and two shots of vodka. (A small crowd had watched her do the two body shots.)

Slowly, Druscilla slipped her hands down Billie's chest. Fingers slowly undid a belt buckle. Dru ran her hand slowly over the already stiffening bulge in Billie's jeans. "You want me to take care of that?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.

Bille reached behind the woman and grabbed her ass. "Don't ask stupid questions."

Laughing, Druscilla undid Billie's fly, freeing his erect cock. Slowly, she lowered her head, her mouth opening to lick the precome from the tip of Billie's dick. Once again she took the first inch of the man's length in her mouth, then a second inch.

Her eyes drifted upward to see Billie's hands gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white. Smiling around the cock in her mouth, she slowly brought her han dup to gently trace the sensitive underside of Billie's shaft.

They arrived at Billie's house while Druscilla was still teasing his cock. She sat up and wiped her mouth. "Want to fuck me with that thing?"

Carefully, Billie zipped his jeans. Then he leaned over and kissed Druscilla, his tongue slipping past her lips. "Don't ask stupid questions."

They ran inside laughing, hands roaming flesh, lips bruising. Druscilla fell onto the couch, pulling Billie down by his tie. She slid her hands under his shirt, her lips grazing his neck.

Billie tugged Druscilla's shirt up and over her head. Slowly, he lowered his lips to her collarbone, then to her breasts. His teeth gently grazed her already erect nipples, illiciting a moan from Druscilla's painted mouth.

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Slowly, Billie licked his finger and slipped it in Druscilla's ass. She smiled against their kiss, gasping when another finger slipped inside her.

Billie fumbled in his wallet, then swore. "I'll be back, okay?"

"Why?" Druscilla asked, running her fingers over Billie's length.

He swore again. "Fuck, Dru. Lube? Condom?"

Druscilla smiled, a real smile. "Thanks, Billie."

He turned as he walked toward the bedroom. "For what?"

"Being okay with the safe sex." Druscilla said. "Most guys hate it."

Billie shrugged and disappeared, returning a moment later. He lay back down, hovering over Druscilla. He kissed her again before tearing the packet open with his teeth. "Safe sex is fine if it's you. I think it's hot that you care." he said softly.

Druscilla's smiled and took the condom, slowly rolling it over Billie's shaft. "The condom's lubricated." she said, taking the small bottle from Billie and tossing it onto the chair. "Ready?"

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That night they had sex on the couch ("Fuck, Billie"), the coffee table ("I can't believe it didn't break"), the kitchen table ("I never use it anyway"), the bathtub ("Bubbles"), and finally the bedroom ("You get it up a lot in one night, don't you?" "Shut up.").

Chris called between the coffee and the kitchen tables. "I told you to call me!"

Gerard leaned into the phone. "Guess where we had sex?"

"My new couch?" Druscilla guessed, absently running her fingers across Billie's back as he flipped through her notebook.

"No, your writing desk." Gerard said laughing.

"That writing desk belonged to Poe!" Druscilla shrieked, leaping to her feet. "And you had sex on it? You raped my writing desk!"

Billie looked at her, interested in how you actually raped a writing desk.

"That was an innocent desk and you . . . you perverted it!"

"Poe wrote about cannibalism and necrophillia, Dru." Chris informed her. "I don't know how innocent your writing desk was to being with."

"Yeah, and Poe married his cousin." Gerard added, giggling. "Hey, didn't your dresser belong to Marilyn Monroe?"

"I. Will. Kill. You. Gerard. Way."

"Calm down." Chris said. "Don't get your underwear in a twist . . . if you're wearing underwear." he added coyly. "We've never had sex in your room."

"There was that one time--"

"Shut up, Gerard." Chris hissed. "That wasn't sex and I thought it was our room."

Druscilla screamed and hung up the phone.

"Why is 'The Raven' like a writing desk?" Billie asked.

"Bite me."

"As you wish . . ."

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"How exactly do you rape a writing desk?"

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"I Want You" (The song Druscilla wrote at her computer in nothing but a towel around her hair.)

Making up lies to dial a number
And hear that perfect voice
Tell me all sorts of dirty jokes
And other much more sweet things

Imagining his perfect eyes as
Hands slip below the waist
Smile on a porclein face
And I want you

Dial your number, hear your voice
Knock on your door, fall into strong arms
Fall on your bed, Converse sneakers thrown aside
Fall into you, screaming obscenities tonight

I want to hear your voice again
As it was when you screamed my name
I want your head on my pillow again
Where it was after you pulled out of me

And I want you to slip your tongue past
Run your hands across my breasts
And slip deep inside of me again
I want you

Dial your number, hear your voice
Knock on your door, fall into strong arms
Fall on your bed, Converse sneakers thrown aside
Fall into you, screaming obscenities tonight

And I want you
Baby, I want you
Baby, I fucking want you
I want you . . . again

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"Cigarettes and Chocolate Bars" (The first song Druscilla wrote in front of the TV. The IMPORTANT one.)

No sunrise
Make this night last 1000 years
Don't open your eyes
'Cuz when that door closes

You know I'm fucked
I'm fucked without you
Cigarettes & chocolate bars
In the bed or in the car
You know I'm fucked
I'm fucked with or without you

Flying high
Pretty purple clouds in a pink sky
And your green eyes
And then I see clearly
Don't walk out again
'Cuz when that door slams . . .

You know I'm fucked
I'm fucked without you
Cigarettes & chocolate bars
In the bed or in the car
You know I'm fucked
I'm fucked with or without you

I'm gonna hit my knees
Do the right thing for once in my life
Beg you to stay, beg you to try
Mistakes get made so just fucking stay
I'll make them up to you someday

You know I'm fucked
I'm fucked without you
Cigarettes & chocolate bars
In the bed or in the car
You know I'm fucked
I'm fucked with or without you

I'm fucked with you
I'm fucked without you
But I'd rather be fucked with you

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"Monsters (Or Fear of Clowns)" (The song Druscilla was trying possible chords for in front of the TV.)

Do you have a fear of clowns
And the monsters that live under your bed?
When you were a little girl were you afraid
That they'd creep out and be your death?

Well, you don't have to be afraid
I'll take care of you
You don't have to leave my arms
The monsters will not harm you.

I used to have a fear of ghosts
And too much darkness in one room
But now that I hold you in my arms
My only fear is losing you.

And, you don't have to be afraid
I'll take care of you
You don't have to leave my arms
The monsters will not harm you.

I promise to be your guardian angel
I promise to do my part
And what the monsters creep out at night
They will not eat your heart

You don't have to be afraid
I'll take care of you
You don't have to leave my arms
The monsters will not harm you.

And if it's not too much to ask
Can I hold you close to my heart
For the monsters that are afraid of us
May feast when we drift apart.

When we're apart, don't fall apart
Stay by my heart

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Sorry this chapter was so long in coming. It was just hard to find the time and then I wrote 'Tomorrows' and 'The Bigger Sad' and ideas for other stories kept popping into my head. Plus I've been working on my blog a lot.

I have a question though. I'm a virgin and I just wanted to know how badly you could tell by my sex scenes. Any thoughts?

Please R&R. I love hearing from you guys.