How We Got Here

You know what? It's going to kill me if I don't start this story. Seriously, I'm just going to die and forget all about '2 Singers, A Songwriter . . .' So I'm going to write this. It's my first Green Day slash.

Disclaimer: If I owned them, don't you think we'd be having amazing animal sex instead of me writing about it?

A/N: I want Mike to be a year younger than Billie Joe, so instead of being born in 1972, he was born in 1973. I also fucked with the family life thing a lot. Mike's got older brothers and he has the somewhat happy family that Billie doesn't.

This is slash. Don't like, don't read.

How We Got Here (or Time of Your Life)
Chapter One: It Starts

Another turning point
A fork stuck in the road


We were just a couple of teenagers in a basement. Experimenting, we'd call it later, when we were convinced it was better forgotten.

I was fifteen that summer and Mike was fourteen. For the first few weeks of that summer, I'd spent every night at his house. And we'd spent every night watching porn we'd stolen from the local video store. We always returned it to the video drop the next day and pick out a new movie. We figured that if they wanted the money, they should let minors rent pornography.

It was sort of a joke at first. We'd watch a movie and then make excuses that took him to the bathroom upstairs and left me to the one downstairs. We'd try and act like the movie wasn't getting to us, making off color jokes and laughing about the cheap music.

That was the summer we both started growing our hair out and pierced our ears. Bad 80's fashion, but what could we do?

There was one couch in his basement and a chair. The couch pulled out and that's what we slept on, never questioning that there was anything strange about two guys sleeping so close to each other. We were best friends. Why would that be strange?

That all changed on the third of July. The tape didn't have a cover; we had no idea what was in it. That was intriguing, so we lifted it. We went to my house and got more clothes, dropped off my other ones to be washed, and stole twenty bucks from my stepdad's wallet. Then we bought a pack of cigarettes and went back to his house.

His mom always made us eat upstairs, like a big family thing. ("You, too, Billie Joe. You're practically related.") Then we went outside, shared a joint, and went down to the basement.

Gay porn.

Really bad gay porn.

Mike and I kind of looked at each other, then back at the screen where a guy was getting head from another guy, then back at each other. Then we both started laughing.

But I was getting turned on. I bit the inside of my cheek so hard it bled, hating myself for it. And I could tell Mike was struggling with himself too. His cheeks were barely pink, which always happened when we watched porn in his basement.

And as stupid and cliche as it sounds . . . it just sort of happened. We looked at each other and locked eyes. He had been sitting on the couch while I lay on my stomach on the floor (I know, I know, the most uncomfortable position in the world when you have a hard-on, but whatever.). And he just sort of moved toward me and our lips were against each other.

And then I opened my mouth and he opened his and our tongues were fighting against each other . . . and I'd had kisses before but nothing ever with that sort of ferocity.

I'd known for the past year or so that I was bi, but I hadn't told anyone that. I hadn't even said it out loud to myself, which was how I usually dealt with shit like that.

But that was my first kiss with a guy . . . with my best friend . . . with Mike.

And I was ashamed to say it was the best kiss I'd ever had in my fifteen years of existence, which is probably why I never said it.

Slowly, terrified, I started to undo his jeans. I was afraid he'd pull back, afraid he'd hit me, afraid he'd hate me, afraid he'd call me a 'faggot' even though we had decided the year before we didn't like the word.

His hands gripped my hair, his lips and teeth lowered to my neck. He found my pulse in seconds, I found his hard-on a moment after. That night it was simple. We jerked each other off and I had a hickey the next day.

The next day.

The fourth of July.

I had told my mom I'd be home for the fourth, but of course I lied. There was going to be a party that night and Mike and I were going. We spent the first half of the day walking around Berkely looking like idiots and smoking. The party was supposed to start at nine, so we knew not to show up until ten. Or, rather, Mike knew. I would have gone fifteen minutes early if he hadn't been there.

We didn't talk about the night before. We ignored his brothers when they teased me about my neck. But we didn't act weird, either. We still punched each other and didn't freak out when he brushed shoulders or anything. It was like it hadn't happened, but we both knew it had.

The party sucked, even by my fifteen-year-old expectations. We went home early, around two. We told his mom a heart-wrenching story about a hold up at the convenient store and went down to the basement.

We hadn't taken the tape back. The store wasn't open on the fourth of July. So we watched it again.

That night I gave head for the first time. I didn't have a fucking clue what I was doing, but apparently I did it right because Mike kept cursing and saying my name and pressing on the back of my head and when he came, he pulled me up and kissed me.

He got hard again when he was giving me head and stopped before I came. I was getting ready to make some smartass remark, when he asked if I'd like to try that. He was pointing at the TV. I had forgotten it was on.

Slowly, I turned and looked. Another guy was reaming the first guy's ass. My eyes went wide. I must have looked fucking scared out of my mind, because Mike pretended like he hadn't said anything and went back to sucking my dick.

"I'll try it." I whispered after a minute. "If you want."

He pulled off of me and looked up. "You want to?" He had really bright blue eyes that I'd never really cared about until then.

I tried to act like this was just another boring thing we did on the weekends to kill time. "Sure." My voice was shaking.

It hurt.

I won't lie and say it was all perfect and he fit perfect with me and we held each other in our arms afterwards. It hurt like a fucking bitch. I was the bottom because I was shorter. I bitched about it for ten minutes until he said we didn't have to, so I gave in. We used Gold Bond lotion which is the weirdest fucking sensation on your ass, let me tell you.

Afterward we got dressed and lay on seperate sides of the couch like we usually did. We didn't even kiss afterward.

And that was how I lost my virginity.

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It's going to be chaptered. Most of the chapters don't take place this long ago, but the first few do.