Billie Joe leaned into his closet, digging through piles of band shirts and pairs of pants. Finally he stepped back from the closet, carefully lifting out a black trash bag. He set the bag gingerly down onto his bed as he heard the car door slam shut outside. Tre and Mike were going out shopping, grocery shopping. The fact that both of them had gotten stoned before leaving left Billie pretty sure that they'd be gone for quite a while. A smile spread across his face and lit up his dark eyes as he started to dig through the trashbag.

He layed the items down on his bed very meticulously, smoothing them out and admiring them. Then he pulled his loose t-shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor carelessly as he kicked off his worn Converse. His hands moved to his belt and he unbuckled it, then pushed down his pants and boxers at the same time. Now nude, he walked across the hall to the bathroom and washed his face thoroughly before returning to his room.

Billie was just as careful as he got dressed as he had been laying the clothes out. First he pulled on a black leather thong, and over that a black garter belt. Then he sat down on the bed and pulled out a pair of black fishnet stalkings, dragging each up a leg and clipping them to the ribbons that hung down from the garter belt. Standing up once again, he picked up the last article of clothing from the bed - a slinky black dress. He pulled it over his head, tousling his short black hair even more than usual as he did. The dress slid on and hung to just below his knees.

After pulling on the black, stilleto high heels, he turned and admired himself in the mirror. A smile graced his lips as he looked his attire over, but then he glanced up at the reflection of his face and it faded, he scowled. Moving back to his bed he retrieved a small black purse and snapped it open. He pulled out a tube of lipstick aptly called "Blow Job Red" and gazed back into the mirror, carefully applying it to his lips then pressing them together. Then he extracted a black eyeliner pencil from the purse. He checked the tip to make sure it was sharp and leaned closer to the mirror. Just as the lead touched his eyelid, the door behind him opened.

Billie Joe spun around and hid the eyeliner behind his back, as if that would help conceal his sick fantasy any, and watched wide-eyed as his friend and bandmate, Mike Dirnt, entered the room.

"Hey, Billie I was looking for...," Mike trailed off as he walked in, his eyes growing wide. He looked over Billie - from the top of his messy black hair to the 4-inch heels. Amazingly he maintained his cool, though he bit his lip as he looked back up at the guitarist. Their eyes met and Billie couldn't help but blush. No one knew about this hobby of his, and no one was supposed to.

"Uh...hey, Mike," Billie Joe managed to say after a pause. His voice was shaking nervously, and he was waiting for Mike to either start laughing, or tell him he was a sick, fucked up person. "I...I thought you guys went to the store."

"Billie, what the fuck?," Mike said, as if he hadn't heard anything come from his red-painted lips. His face finally registered something, although it was only a slight lift of the eyebrow. He kept his eyes locked on Billie's as he waited for some sort of explanation. Surprisingly enough, he didn't sound angry or even disgusted - just curious.

Billie Joe shifted nervously from one foot to the other. "I...uhm...well, you see...I'm...," he stumbled over his words, not sure of exactly what to say. What would anyone say in this situation? He wasn't sure.

Finally cracking a smile, Mike looked his friend over again. "Do you feel pretty?," he asked after a pause, amusement obvious in his voice. Billie sighed and nodded his head defeatedly, waiting for Mike to start laughing, but he never did. "Well, you look it too," Mike continued.

Billie Joe sighed and sat down on the bed, completely embarassed. "Go ahead and laugh, Mike, you might as well get it over with," he muttered, staring at the floor. A moment later he felt his weight on the bed shift as Mike sat down next to him.

"Why would I laugh?," Mike asked as he sat down. Billie Joe didn't look up at him as he answered.

"Why wouldn't you? You just walked in and found a guy you've known for the better part of your life dressed up like a hooker," he told him dejectedly, absentmindedly playing with the hem of his dress.

Mike was silent for a minute, still watching Billie Joe despite his aversion to looking up. "So? It's not like you're any different," he reasoned. "I mean, you're still Billie. You're just...Billie Joe in pantyhose."

Finally looking up at him, Billie Joe smirked. "You don't think this is just a little too weird?"

Mike shook his head. "Nah, Billie. I don't think anything you do is too weird anymore. I think I got over that after the first show you donned your leopard print thong at," he replied, then paused and looked at the floor, his voice dropping a bit. "Besides, we all have our weird fantasies..."

Billie tilted his head, looking over at Mike curiously. "All of us, huh? What about you?"

Mike looked back up at his friend. He let his gaze flick over Billie's face, his intense greenish-brown eyes, dark eyebrows, full lips that were right now painted a deep red color, the lower being chewed on sort of nervously. Mike laughed softly and looked back at the ground, and Billie Joe looked confused for a moment.

"Oh...I guess it's sort of hard to take a guy serious when he's in a dress, huh?," Billie caught on. Or at least, he thought he did. Mike shook his head.

"Nah, that's not it," he told Billie in a quiet voice.

"What is it then?," the note of curiosity had returned to Billie Joe's voice.

"It's...I was just thinking..," Mike started, then laughed again sort of mirthlessly. "God, this is dumb. I was just thinking that you're the only guy who could wear a dress and still look amazing."

Billie Joe blinked confusedly a few times as these words sunk in. Mike thought he looked amazing in a dress? Or not in a dress, after all he had said 'still'...Billie Joe stood up and walked towards the bathroom, thinking, and plucked some toilet paper off the roll and cleaned off his lips. He meandered back into the bedroom and found Mike still sitting on the bed, covering his face with his hands. At the sound of Billie's return, however, he looked up.

"Billie Joe, I didn't mean to say that, I was just...I don't know what I was thinking," Mike told him, sort of stumbling on his words. Billie raised an eyebrow and sat back down next to him.

"But you meant it?," he asked carefully. "You think I look amazing like this?"

Mike snorted derisively. "Like that...or any other way, for that matter," he replied, sounding sort of hopeless. After Billie didn't reply for a second, he stood up. "And now you know my weird fantasy."

Billie Joe stood up and grabbed Mike's arm. "Mike...," he started, but trailed off because he wasn't sure what to say. Mike just looked back at him blankly. "You don't have to leave...," Billie tried again. "I mean...it's okay, if you're attracted to me, or whatever."

Mike rolled his eyes and pulled his arm away from Billie's grasp. "This isn't that simple, Billie. You wear dresses, that's simple. I'm gay, and that's not."

Laughing shortly, Billie Joe shook his head. Mike gave him an odd sort of look. Once Billie had finished laughing, he looked back at Mike. "You ever know a straight guy who dressed in women's clothing, Mike?," he asked, sort of rhetorically, but Mike actually seemed to consider it.

"Well, there was that one time Lars showed up to that meeting I heard...," Mike started, to be cut off by Billie Joe laughing again.

"I guess you didn't hear about him and Tim, huh?," he stated. Mike blanched for a second, then looked thoughtful.

"I guess...I could see that. Tim's the bitch though, right?," Mike looked curiously at his friend, who grinned and nodded. Mike smirked then seemed to come back to reality. "But wait...so you mean you're not straight?"

Billie Joe shrugged. "Some of the time. Well, most of the time. Well...," he trailed off and looked down at his feet. "...I've never really, actually been with a guy...but that doesn't mean..."

Mike watched him for a moment after he stopped talking, then nodded knowingly. "It's all right, Billie. You don't have to pretend to spare my feelings. I kinda always knew this would be one-sided anyway."

"No!," Billie exclaimed as Mike started to turn away again. "I mean, that's not what I was doing. I mean...fuck, man. I don't know." Billie slumped back down onto the bed hopelessly. "I guess I mean...I think I might be attracted to you, but I don't know because I've never been attracted to another guy before."

Mike looked at him doubtfully for a second. Of course, he was by nature a pessamist and pretty cynical so he was sort of waiting for a catch here. In the end, he just decided to let it go and work itself out. "You look good. You should wear that to the show tonight, the fans would love it," he told Billie then left the room.

Billie Joe sighed inwardly and turned back to the mirror. Wear it to the show? What was Mike, crazy? Then again...

As Billie Joe let the final notes of Disappearing Boy fade, the screaming crowd was all Mike could hear, but Billie Joe was all he could see. He'd actually taken Mike's suggestion and worn the dress to the show. Before, at the house, he'd seemed so insecure about being seen it in but now he was just the same as every other show. Tre, of course, had thought it was just a joke and laughed at Billie, which was obviously a relief to the guitarist. Now he was standing there - sweaty, grinning, in a dress and completely irresistable. Mike pulled off his bass mechanically and set it beside his amp then headed backstage.

Mike went into the bathroom backstage and turned on the faucet in the sink, sticking his head under it and letting the cool water run through his hair and over his face. He heard the door open and close again and brought his head back up quickly, flinging water across the walls and mirror.

"Good show," Billie told him, leaning back against the door casually. Mike forced himself to nod instead of just stand there and stupidly stare at Billie Joe, who cleared his throat and continued. "Look, uh, about what happened earlier -"

"Don't worry about it," Mike interrupted him. "You don't have to like, justify yourself to me or whatever. Just...don't tell Tre, I know he'd give me shit for it, and I don't wanna deal with that really."

Billie shook his head. "Don't worry, I won't say anything..." He pushed off of the door and moved towards Mike, close to him. Mike had the urge to step backwards but ran into a wall, with Billie still moving. His arms moved up and he placed a hand on either side of Mikes head. "...as long as you don't," he finished, then leaned in.

Mike would've had to been stupid, straight, or both to stop the progress of Billie Joe's lips towards his own. Since he was neither he just stayed where he was and waited, afraid if he moved it might fuck something up. When he felt his friend's breath on his own mouth he finally regained the presence of mind to do something about it, and as they kissed he snaked an arm around Billie Joe and pulled him closer. Before long Billie's tongue had sought it's way into Mike's mouth and the intensity of the kiss increased, Mike moaning and bringing a hand up to cup the back of Billie's head.

Billie Joe broke the kiss as he pulled Mike's sweat-and-water-soaked shirt over his head. Mike wanted to ask and say a thousand things but he didn't seem to be in control of his own mind anymore as he reached out and pulled Billie Joe to him again, locking them in another feverish kiss. His hands slid up Billie Joe's sides and Billie tilted his head down, kissing Mike's shoulder then biting it, sinking his teeth in harshly. Mike's eyes slipped shut and he inhaled sharply, creating a sort of hissing noise. As Billie continued to nip and kiss his neck and chest, his hands moved down to the buckle of Mike's pants and started undoing it.

Mike's pants dropped, quickly followed by his boxers. He was left standing in a pair of boots and Billie pressed against him, pinning him against the wall with his own body as he kissed him again. Mike groaned as Billie Joe ground their hips together, closing his teeth over Billie's tongue. Billie grinned into the kiss and his hand moved down to grasp Mike's cock, slowly starting a rythm. It became too much quickly and Mike grasped his shoulders, flipping Billie around easily and slamming him against the wall then possessing his mouth in another kiss.

Mike moved his hand up Billie's thigh, under the silky black material of the dress. He fought with the garter belt for a minute before it unsnapped, then his hand found it's way into the leather thong Billie was wearing and started to stroke him. Billie finally broke away from the kiss and leaned his head back against the wall, breathlessly muttering explitives along with Mike's name.

Billie Joe was on the verge of orgasm when he suddenly pushed Mike away, using what little strength he had left. Mike hesitated, waiting for some lame excuse or something about this being a mistake, but was pleasantly surprised when Billie only dropped to his knees and occupied his mouth other ways. His tongue flicked over the head of Mike's cock before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it, excruciatingly light movements of his tongue along the length of it only adding to the intensity. If Mike didn't know better he'd almost swear Billie had done this before. He leaned back against the wall and did the best he could to keep from collapsing as Billie continued the amazing torture of running his lips up and down, ulimately losing his composure and sliding to the floor after release. Billie moved between his legs, licking traces of semen from his lips then kissing Mike hard. Mike could barely respond to the kiss.

"Fuck," he muttered when the kiss ended, and opened his eyes to Billie's grinning face.

"See, that was simple too," Billie told him, almost laughing. He started to lean towards Mike again but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Billie and Mike both stood up quickly, despite Mike's deabilitating post-orgasm state, and he quickly dressed as Billie resnapped his garter belt. After both of them were fully clothed (well, questionably clothed in Billie Joe's case) they proceeded to the door and opened it.

Tre looked from one to the other as they walked out. "What the fuck were you two doing in there?," he asked, sounding angry. Mike looked at the floor and said nothing, but Tre caught a glimpse of Billie's erection, very obvious through the material of his dress. "Nevermind, I don't think I want to know," Tre said, shaking his head and moving into the bathroom.

Billie Joe and Mike looked at each other for a long moment, silently. Then Billie motioned towards the exit with his head. "C'mon, let's go home. You can help me get out of this dress."