I should be ashamed of this, but I've never made a secret at how bad I am at tagging stuff.
So, there's a tumblr that recs MCR fic and today it linked to a ficlet that I'd forgotten I'd written. It was for a kissing meme and it seems I didn't even post it at my own journal. Which is why I'm reposting now so I can tag and make note of it. It's Frank/Mikey, short and fluffy, not beta read, and also from over 2 years ago, so the read at your own risk warning applies.
Btw, if the person who runs that tumblr is reading. Thank you for the recs. They're much appreciated ♥
The thing is, Frank has a plan.
It's not a complicated plan, and in fact comes down to only four points. (1) That Mikey's been exposed to Frank for a long time now, and hasn't walked away yet. (2) That when he wants to be, Frank's kinda hot. (3) That he'll start small and work up, a kiss on the hand, the cheek, the lips, it's a logical progression. (4) The most important point of all, he's got Gerard's approval, at least, Frank thinks there was approval in Gerard's frenzied flailing and stuttering speech -- which really, Frank still thinks that was an overreaction, all he asked was permission to kiss Mikey, not tie him down, fuck him senseless and put him away wet.
So yeah, Frank has a plan, one based on long-term friendship, looking good, graduated kissing and brotherly approval. How could it possibly fail?
The first problem is, Mikey isn't a hand kissing guy.
He's tactile when he wants to be, Frank often finds him leaning against Gerard, magazine in hand and body contorted, like bones have no purpose in Mikey's world. He's also the master of quickfire hugs, the kind where he grabs hold, clings for all of a second then saunters away, as if he hasn't stopped at all.
But hand kissing? It's harder than Frank expects.
He tries, he reaches for Mikey's hand and entwines their fingers, and Mikey makes no protest. Just quirks his lips into a slight smile and then goes back to watching TV, as if he sits holding hands with Frank every day. Which is nice and all -- Mikey's hand is warm and the hard pads of his fingertips tickle when he laughs -- but Frank has a plan. Which is why he starts to bring Mikey's hand to his mouth, lips pursed in anticipation for this first kiss.
"Hell no," Mikey says, and he pulls his hand away. "No biting my fingers."
Which Frank would protest, but Ray's sitting close and Gerard's watching and Frank has a reputation to protect. He dives, snapping his teeth as he and Mikey fall to the floor with a thump, both laughing all the while.
Looking irresistible is easier.
Frank pulls on his favourite jeans, the ones with holes in both knees, and a threadbare t-shirt that clings just right, showing off the lines of his ink. He's washed his hair and applied varnish to his nails, finally ringing his eyes with black. Putting the lid back on the liner, Frank looks in the mirror and grins. He looks fantastic, Mikey doesn't stand a chance.
A last finger comb of his hair, and Frank goes to the lounge of the bus. Mikey's playing some card game with Bob, something that involves a pile of cheetos and what looks like two decks -- Mikey's fantasy set and the naked women no one will admit to buying. Mikey's frowning down at his hand, and when he hears Frank he looks up over the rim of his glasses.
"You're going out?"
Frank shakes his head, if Mikey's staying in Frank will too. "I thought I'd stay in, watch a movie."
"Shame," Mikey says, and he sets down his cards. "I fold." He stands then, patting Bob's shoulder as he makes for the door. "Ask Frankie to play with you, I'll see you later."
He goes, and Frank resists the urge to beat his own head against the wall.
Frank tries kissing Mikey's cheek on stage.
It's starts well, the crowd yelling as he stalks close, then someone throws another fucking feather boa and it wraps around his feet and Frank's falling to his knees. When he looks up Mikey's expression hasn't changed, but it doesn't have to. Frank knows him, and can easily see the laughter in the set of his shoulders and the glint of his eyes.
When Frank stands his knees are aching, and he savagely kicks the boa before throwing himself into his playing, expressing his frustations with each fresh note.
In the end, it's Gerard that saves the day.
He doesn't know about the plan, not exactly, it's not like Frank explained. But he does know Frank, and he knows Mikey and all Frank can do is sit and gape, mouth open like some kind of idiot, when Gerard takes hold of Mikey's arm and says, "Frank wants to kiss you."
"He does?" Mikey says, and looks past Gerard and raises one eyebrow. "You do?"
"Yeah," Frank says.
Mikey rubs his palms over his thighs, smiles slightly and says, "What are you waiting for, then?"
It's all the invitation Frank needs. Thankfully Gerard slips away, so he doesn't see how Frank pounces, his hands against Mikey's back, feeling the curve of his spine, how he breathes in deep then slouches until he's the perfect height for a kiss. Hand cupped against Mikey's cheek, Frank's heart is thumping as he leans in, not touching but so close he can feel each exhale, the faintest brush of lips as he thinks finally.
His plan coming to fruition at last.
I'm now going to add this to my masterlist and my BBB and latest h/c ficlet while I'm there
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