{Billie Joe Armstrong} - Sex And Drugs And Rock'n'Roll

Chapter 20: Hot Night

A/N: *Smut Warning*

I woke up sweltering hot. It was the middle of July, and we were in Athens, Greece.

I looked at the clock. It read three A.M. I stood up and went over to the window, then drew back the curtains and pushed up the window pane to cool down the room a bit.

I heard Billie moan, then he started moving around. He moaned again, and I went back over to the bed.

"Billie?" I said quietly. He was breathing heavily. "Billie? Are you okay?".

"No." he groaned. He stood up and headed to the bathroom. I heard him throw up.

I sighed and lay down, feeling the spot where he was lying before, and I wiped a bit of sweat off my forehead. It really pained me to see Billie go through this. He didn't deserve it. No one who gets cancer deserves it.

I heard the bathroom door open and Billie lay down beside me.

"Aww, Billie." I said, grabbing his hand. That wasn't the first time he'd gotten sick all of a sudden.

"I'm okay, Liz. Don't worry." he said.

"You know it's impossible for me not to worry about you. I love you.".

"I love you, too.".

I sighed. "Are you hot?" I asked, looking over at the window.

"Yeah, a little. What about you?".

"Yeah.". I sat up.

"Strip." Billie suggested. I looked down at him.

"It won't help much. I'm almost naked right now." I said. I was only wearing my bra and underwear.

"It might help a little bit. And I'll get to see your boobs".

I giggled. "Okay, fine, Billie. Are you tired?" I asked him, sliding off my underwear.

"Kind of." he replied, taking off his boxers. I unhooked my bra and threw it by the window.

"Fucking heat woke me up." I told him.

"Oh. That sucks.".

"Yeah.". I rolled over, put my arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek. "I love you.".

"I love you, too.".

I kissed his lips as I got on top of him, and he put his arms around my waist, near my ass.

I felt that he was hard, and I was getting turned on, too.

"Ok, Billie." I whispered. "We've gotta wake up early tomorrow.".

"Please, babe?" Billie asked. "I just wanna do it for a bit.".

I smiled and sighed. "BJ, it's already late. And don't you feel not so well?".

I felt his hands lightly grasp my breasts. "I feel better now!" he whined, kind of like a five year old would whine. "And I can barely resist you.".

"I can barely resist you, either." I smiled. "So I guess I've gotta give in.".

I positoned myself so I was riding him. I started slow at first, but then began to speed up.

"Oh, babe." he moaned.

"Billie." I moaned as he put his hands on my hips. I tried to keep a steady rythym as I rode him.

I sped up more and tilted my head back. The sensation inside of me felt so good and I let out a moan of pleasure as I felt myself getting close to my climax.

"Fuck." I moaned as I fell next to him. I felt myself cum as I breathed heavily, grabbing Billie's hand.

"Liz, that was fucking great." he whispered.

"Thanks. I love you.".

"I love you, too.".

He sighed, and I wrapped my arms around him. He was sweaty, but I didn't care. Some people's sweat doesn't smell terrible, and Billie was like that.

"If I didn't have you, Billie, I'm not sure what I'd do." I sighed.

"Not sure what I'd do without you, either, Liz. Especially now." Billie replied. "I feel worse every day. I'm don't think I'm gonna last.".

"Billie, don't say that. You don't know." I said. The thought of losing Billie was so painful to think about. He meant the world to me.

"Well, I don't know for sure, Liz. But I really don't think I'm gonna beat cancer.".

"I think you will.". A tear rolled down me cheek and I held onto him tighter. The mood between us had become dark quickly.

The truth is that I lied. I didn't really think Billie would beat cancer, not at that point. And I hated lying. But I wanted him to have a positive attitude, because, believe it or not, it can help.

But most of all, I wanted to tell myself he was going to beat cancer because I couldn't stand the thought of living without him.