Bouncing off the Wall

'Cause it's all that I want, and I want to be free...

*** Implied smut towards the bottom. *** 

I'm not sure how long we sat there holding one another, but as I rocked Billie back in forth from in my chair, I noticed his breathing was becoming more steady. The amount of time between his sniffles had increased as well. He was starting to calm down. 

After some time, he released his hold on me and wiped his striking, yet very spent eyes. A few straggler tears fell as he looked up at me and smiled with a quivering chin. Taking his face tenderly in my hands, I smiled at him and placed an understanding kiss on his lips. 

"I'm sorry, baby," he finally spoke; his voice shaking slightly. 

"What on earth for?" I asked, fighting the burning tears that were welling up in my own eyes. I'd sat with Billie many times in the rain before, but seeing him so distraught always made my heart feel like an overly-used punching bag; cracked, depreciating, and hanging on by a thread. If my heart felt this way, I could only begin to imagine how his felt. 

"For dragging you onto my crazy train with a one-way ticket to emotional hell...you don't deserve this," he whispered, tears welling up in his eyes again. 

"Billie, baby, listen to me," I pleaded, not being able to hold back my own tears anymore. "I'm here for you. You have nothing to be sorry for. You're so strong and brave. You're an amazing artist - the best. I know releasing new albums is really scary for you, but baby...this album is you. This album is who you are right now. And who you are is absolutely perfect - new album or not." I paused to catch the breath that had hitched in my throat, but ended up choking on my tears instead. Like lightning, I felt myself being pulled into Billie's warm embrace again. 

"Aw, baby...baby, please don't cry," he murmured softly in my ear, hugging away the hurt I was feeling for him. He was so much stronger than I could ever imagine being, even in his times of doubt. 

His salt and pepper stubble tickled the bottom of my neck which momentarily took me to a happier place. I chuckled briefly at the sensation and felt him smile against my neck. 

Inhaling shakily, I wiped my eyes and hugged him back. As I faced my best friend again, his gentle hands found their way underneath my eyes and brushed away scattered tears. "I just hate seeing you so upset," I explained. "I feel like there's nothing I can do to make you feel better." 

"You just hugged me for, like, 30 minutes," he objected with a warm smile. "You did make me feel better, baby. And you do make me feel better. You always do. You give me strength. I love you like crazy, Adrienne...seriously, I'm in deep," he whispered, smiling at me with wet eyes. 

Smiling back at him with what were now happy tears in my own eyes, I studied the beautiful human being in front of me. My heart felt like it was being wrapped in a huge hug with every word that he spoke to me. 

"I love you, too, Billie Joe. Forever and always." 

"Forever and always, baby girl," he smiled, leaning in for a long, passionate kiss. As our lips released their strong-willed hold of one another, an immense amount of desire surged through my veins. He had a way of doing that to me. I think he felt something within himself, too, because he lingered next to my lips for just a moment before pulling away. 

Briefly turning his attention to the pancakes and coffee that were now stone-cold, he looked at me intoxicatingly with sparkling emeralds. "Are you hungry?" he asked, giving my knees a quick squeeze. I nodded, but there was only one thing that could satisfy my appetite right now. 

"I'll throw those pancakes back on the griddle real quick," he said, standing up. "And I'll get the coffee heated back up. What flavor of creamer would you like?" he asked, opening the fridge with his back to me. 

His boxers complimented every curve of his ass so perfectly. It made me tremble. 

"Actually, what I want isn't in the fridge," I finally uttered, biting my lip. Something in my voice definitely ignited a spark in him, because he turned around to face me so fast that it made my own head spin. 

"What do you mean, hon?" he asked, studying my body carefully and giving the fridge door an inattentive shove shut from behind him. He was trying so hard to play it cool, but he knew exactly what I meant. 

"What I mean is that life is short... - " I replied, sweetly and ever-so-seductively. Making my way over to him and taking his hand in mine, I lead us into the living room. I could feel his heart beat in his shaking hand as it throbbed in time with my own. Every thought from our atypical morning of unfinished breakfast, broken porcelain, and tears seemed to had been instantly abandoned. 

" - so eat dessert first," I exhaled, letting myself fall into a seated position on our cozy sofa. A soft, excited grunt escaped his lips as I grabbed his tank top and gently tugged him downwards towards me; his knees hitting the luscious carpet.

Hungrily, he tangled his hands through my hair as he knelt before me, my chest rising and falling comfortably in front of his face. I could see the eagerness in his alluring eyes; it radiated over me like the warmth of a perfect summer day. As we brought our lips together for a kiss, I reached down and grazed my hand over his boxers, now feeling that same eagerness in his manhood. 

"Oh, baby," he whispered, melting into my touch as I wrapped my arms around him.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked, adjusting the pillows that surrounded me to create soft supports behind my hips and head. 

I nodded. Taking me firmly by the waist, he eagerly, yet gently pulled me down closer towards the edge of the couch; wasting no time hoisting my legs over his strong, vibrant shoulders. 

"No panties, I see," he whispered almost breathlessly, flashing me a bright, beautiful smile. 

Without saying a word, I smiled back at him with twinkling eyes. 

I felt myself becoming useless as I relaxed; watching him place soft, tender kisses down the inside of my thighs. All my self-control had just about abandoned me. Whimpers of need and desire escaped me like a wildfire. 

Oh, how I loved breakfast, blueberry pancakes, and birthdays - but nothing in the world compared to this.