I wrote this way back when I was on this massive Green Day kick and it sprung out of my head after I had gotten off the phone with someone.
Title - Writing Process
Pairing - Tre/Mike/Billie
Rating - PG
Word Count-247. Yes, I know, I know. I wrote a fucking drabble.
Summary - Tre's finds a surprise in the writing room.
Disclaimer - DON'T OWN. DON'T KNOW. NOT REAL.
Warnings - Um...?
Tre patted his pockets, nodding slightly when he felt his keys. He pulled his collar up against the wind, and blew out, watching his breath form clouds. He started to walk.
Only a few more days left before we start recording,
“Jesus, what a title,” he muttered to himself.
His breath puffed against the glass door of the studio as he swiped his key card. He waved to security guard and made his way down the corridor. He came to a door that had a lined sheet of paper tacked to it that read “Writing Room”. He pushed it open, sighing.
“I’ll tell ya guys-” and stopped short. Tre stepped into the room, slamming the door shut, and backing up against it.
Mike had Billie sprawled on his back on the table; pants halfway down, his own belt swinging around near his knees. Billie’s hands were fisted in his hair. He shut his eyes; a picture of ridiculous ecstasy. Mike nudged Billie slightly, and Billie let out a rather deep feral growl, turning his head towards the doorway, eyeliner smudged to hell.
“Oh, hey, Tre,” Mike said between bites at Billie’s neck. Billie beamed at Tre.
“COME JOIN THE CREATIVE PROCESS TRE!”
And immediately began to fumble with his zipper.
Note: Minute I finished handwriting this, Boulevard of Broken Dreams came on the radio. How fucked up is that? I guess it was meant to be…