Something New

Restraint

*Billie's POV*

I stared up at the guitars that were hanging on the walls and tried to find one that stood out from the rest.
"Any luck?" Tré stepped up behind me.
"Nope... I don't really know what I'm looking for..." I sighed.
Mike appeared by my side as well, "found one yet?"
"Not yet"
"Come on, Billie, we've been here for over an hour, you've looked at this section like three times now... can't we just go home?"
I groaned, "fine. Let's go then."
"We can stay as long as you want, Bill" Tré patted my shoulder, "don't listen to him."
"Thanks." I smiled warmly at him. Tré was my best friend and always knew how to make me feel better. Mike was a close friend too but we had a little less in common.
"To be honest I don't think I'm gonna find the one today."
"Great, let's go and play some video games." Mike wasted no time and headed for the door of the music shop.

He was already sitting in the car when Tré and I got there and we clambered in. I was stuck driving and Tré put the radio on as I pulled away. "Hey, can we listen to our recordings again? I want to see how the drums sound."
"Go for it."
He put our own music on and tapped the dashboard along with the drumming on the recording. "I think I'm going to try this with my other kit, this one just doesn't seem to do the songs justice."
"I think it sounds fine."
"Me too" Mike chipped in from the back seat.
We pulled up to the house we were sharing and piled out of the car.
"We got beer?" I asked Mike who sighed heavily.
"No... I'll be right back." He climbed back into the car and drove away.
"I think we do have beer..." Tré grinned.
"Ah well, now we'll have more!" I opened the door and we both went in and sat in the kitchen.

Tré threw me a can of beer and I cracked it open. "So what's going on with you Mr. Cool?" I asked and took a swig of the alcohol.
There was a moment of silence and I looked up at my friend who was staring into space with a vacant expression. "Yeah, it's okay."
"Tré?" He looked at me, "what's up?"
"Nothing, I'm just feeling a little low at the moment, that's all."
"Why?"
"I dunno, I guess I'm just worried about the tour next month."
I got up and grabbed his head playfully, "Naww is little Tré scared?" I ruffled his hair as he struggled to get me to let go.
"Get off me, Billie!" He growled, grabbing my arms and falling from the chair, pulling me down with him. He wrestled me off of his head and rolled me onto my back, straddling me.
"Fuck, Tré, get off me!" I gasped, his full weight crushing my body.
Tré chuckled, "I don't think so, Billie, you started this."
"I... I can't breath..."
He scooted back a little and I gasped for air, but his weight was now on my groin.
He wasn't budging and held my arms to the floor with ease.
"You're... too strong for your own good, you know that?" I said warily, aware that something was happening below my belt.
"So, you give up?"
"Yes, now get off of me!"
"Tut tut, Billie Joe, that's not the way to get what you want now, is it?"
Okay, the situation was getting worse... The way he was restraining me was a bit of a turn on... I didn't want to admit that I was enjoying Tré holding me down like this, but soon there'd be no hiding it...
"Tré! Get off!" I wriggled to get free but his grip on my arms tightened and he seemed to press down more on my body which made things even worse. I gasped a little and held my breath, wishing he would just stay still.

I couldn't do anything, I just stared at him awkwardly and tried to turn sideways a little, I don't think he had noticed yet, but there was no doubt that he would soon.
"So are you-" he stopped and blinked a few times, glancing down briefly before meeting my gaze again. I looked back at him guiltily, feeling my face burn with embarrassment.
"Are you... are you hard?" He released my arms and slid off of me, standing up again and continued to look me in the eye.
"I-"
"I'm back and I brought booze!" Mike swung the door open and I struggled to my feet and sat on the chair I had previously been sitting on. What the fuck was that? Why did that happen? Why? I don't 'like' Tré... do I?
Mike put the bags on the table and grinned at us both, "so, who's up for a few rounds tonight? I bought vodka?"
"Yeah, sounds like fun, Mikey." I smiled weakly at him and glanced round at Tré. He was still staring at me... It wasn't a stare of anger or disgust, but more of curiosity.
"Are you two alright? You haven't had a domestic, have you?"
For a split second I felt my insides tighten as I realised that Tré might tell Mike... but I was relieved to hear Tré reply to the blonde man with a simple "no."
"Okay then, well I'm gonna have a shower. Put the drinks away, would ya?"
"Why can't you do it?" I raised my eyebrows at him.
"Hey, I went and got them didn't I?" He grinned and went upstairs to the shower room.
I looked at the stairs for a while, not wanting to turn to face Tré; I could feel his piercing blue eyes boring into me which was making me even more afraid to look at him.

I eventually plucked up the courage to face him, but I only did it to put the cans of beer in the fridge and pretended he wasn't even there.
"Bill?" Tré asked in a small voice. I didn't answer. "Billie?"
I finished putting the last two cans away.
Tré sighed, "are you going to explain?"