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2 Mikey Ficlets - Saving the Vorwuls since 3289
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2 Mikey Ficlets
This is for castalie who gave me a prompt of Mikey Way and quiet. When I was wondering what to write I kept going between two ideas. I mentioned that to crowgirl13 who basically encouraged me to write both. So I did.

Thanks go to her, and to ephemera_pop, sperrywink and bubbleforest for being awesome and checking this over. You're all stars.

For Mouse.



Mikey’s thoughts skitter, twisting around on themselves until he can’t distinguish the end of one from the beginning of another. Sometimes music helps, but today nothing seems right, and he scrolls through his playlists, moving on within the first few bars of each song. He crawls into his bunk, lies curled on his side and stares into nothing, and the thoughts become faster, jagged, slipping away when he tries to harness only one. He pushes his face against his pillow, breathes deep and his skin feels too tight, pulled taut over his bones and he tries to stretch, fingers pressed against the wall, the roof.

He needs air and crawls back out, standing between the bunks, trying to focus on a conversation, an idea, but his mind is nothing but static noise, a jumble of thoughts that bump and clash and if he could he’d get off this bus and never stop running.

“Mikey.”

Mikey looks up, sees Frank gathering popcorn and chips before throwing the bags toward the front of the bus. It’s like watching feeding time at the zoo as Gerard pounces and Ray leaps and Bob just pushes them both aside to claim his pick.

“Fucking savages,” Frank says, affection obvious as he reaches out his hand and hooks his fingers around Mikey’s belt. “Come and watch the movie with us.”

“I’m. No,” Mikey says, all too aware of how his skin itches, how there’s so much inside that’s pressing out. He crosses his arms, puts up his shields and tries to become small, but Frank is tugging now – insistent.

“Come on, Mikeyway.”

Mikey thinks about pulling away, but there’s nowhere to go. He allows Frank to tug him forward.

“Mikey! I’ve got us popcorn,” Gerard says and holds up a bag.

Mikey eyes the space between Gerard and Ray, it’s only a few inches wide and he’s about to fold himself to the floor when Ray sighs and says, “come here, already.”

In a lightening move, he grabs Mikey’s arm and pulls. Somehow Mikey magically fits into that tiny space. His back curled against Gerard’s side, his knees resting on Ray’s thighs. Then Bob reaches over Ray, and all Mikey can do is blink when he feels fingers wrap around his ankles, and Bob’s scowling as he settles Mikey’s feet on his lap, as if daring anyone to say a word.

No one does.

“Ready?” Frank asks, and presses play before anyone says yes. He sits then, back against the couch, settled between Gerard and Ray’s legs. He tips his head back, smiles at Mikey and says, softly, “hey.”

Mikey flashes a small smile in return then slumps back until his head is cradled against Gerard's shoulder. He lies still, the movie nothing but indistinct colour and words. His thoughts still jumbled, still scratching at his nerves like rusty nails, but if Mikey concentrates there are points of focus in all that noise.

Bob’s hands, strong and warm, rubbing along the instep of Mikey’s foot.

Ray’s arm, secure and solid, resting against Mikey’s back.

Gerard’s hair, tickling as he turns and shoves another piece of popcorn in Mikey’s mouth.

Frank’s smile, as bright as the sun as he keeps looking back, casually resting his head against Mikey’s thigh.

To Mikey, all four are quiet.





~*~*~*~

Mikey doesn’t even make it all the way into the room before Frank’s launching himself forward, leaping and clinging. All Mikey can do is stagger and blindly grope for the door. He’d be tempted to leave it, but after the chambermaid incident, and the Ray incident, and especially the Bob incident, Mikey doesn’t take chances anymore, and he kicks back with his foot, listening for the snick of the lock.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” Frank says, words feverishly hot against Mikey’s skin, and he’s licking along Mikey’s neck, long stripes of tongue ending with a sharp nip of teeth to Mikey’s ear.

Mikey gasps, and tightens his hold, his hands pressed against Frank’s back as he aims for the bed. When his knees hit the mattress he falls forward, and Frank’s looking at him, laughing as they bounce in place.

“Hey,” Frank says, and his hair is tousled, dark against the covers. “I missed you.”

Mikey would tell him that’s impossible, that they’ve been together all day, but Frank’s reaching up, his hand cupped against the back of Mikey’s head. He urges Mikey down, and Mikey goes eagerly as Frank wraps one of his legs around Mikey’s waist, his bony ankle digging in painfully hard.

The kiss is messy. Teeth and tongues and the taste of cigarettes, Frank’s fingers tangled in Mikey’s hair. He can’t help the whimper that’s pulled out of him when Frank deepens the kiss and then pulls back long enough to bite at Mikey’s bottom lip. Teeth digging in and Mikey’s still focussed on the throb of that sting when Frank suddenly shifts his hold, grabbing on and flipping them both so it’s Mikey with his back against the bed.

Disorientated, Mikey looks up at Frank who’s looking right back, his eyes dark and hair falling forward as he leans in, body pressed against Mikey’s as he whispers in his ear. “I’m going to fuck you. Hard. And you’re going to take it.”

Mikey catches his own bottom lip between his teeth, adds to the lingering sting as Frank grinds his hips. His movements are controlled and deliberate and Mikey can’t help pushing back. He needs the contact, the friction against his cock as Frank takes hold of the hem of Mikey’s t-shirt, then tugs, pulling it off with one quick jerk. He drops it to the floor, and Frank’s cheeks are flushed, his hands cool as he rests them against Mikey’s ribs. Mikey looks along the length of his body, at Frank’s hands, black nails and tattooed fingers, bursts of colour against Mikey’s pale skin.

“Are you going to beg for me?” Frank asks, his voice low as he moves his hands lower, leaving trails of heat as he skims Mikey’s stomach and keeps going and Mikey’s bucking up, needing as Frank presses the heel of his hand against Mikey’s cock, rubbing firmly through his jeans.

Mikey groans, grinds out, “bastard,” when Frank moves his hand.

Frank leans in again, and Mikey shivers at the feel of fabric scraping against his skin, tightens his fingers in the sheet as his nipple is enveloped with wet heat that blazes white hot when Frank bites; hard, then demands, “What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me,” Mikey says, complying instantly at the feel of Frank’s fingers against his cheek, his thumb digging against Mikey’s jaw. He shivers at the scrape of teeth against his bared neck, a moment of warning before Frank bites and sucks hard. Sensation sparks wildly, and all Mikey can do is gasp, “Please.”

“I don’t know.” Frank’s voice is pitched low, assessing as he sits back and runs his thumb across Mikey’s mouth. “I could make you wait.”

“Please,” Mikey says again.

He runs his tongue over the pad of Frank’s thumb, flicking touches that make Frank shift his hips then pull back, breathing hard, his mouth quirked at one side, his expression softening as he looks down at Mikey and says, “okay.”

It’s a brief moment of quiet, of connection, then Frank’s scrambling to the side, kneeling up as he says, “get naked. Now.”

Mikey does, cursing as he fumbles with the laces of his boots, the buckle of his belt, always aware that Frank’s watching, is reaching out to run his fingers down Mikey’s spine. So intent as Mikey stands and wiggles out of his jeans, making them pool at his feet.

“Aren’t you…?” Mikey asks, but Frank shakes his head and reaches under one of the pillows, producing a small bottle of lube. “I’m going to watch.”

Normally Mikey’s not an exhibitionist at all, but this is Frank, and Mikey lies back easily, knees bent, legs spread and heels pushed into the covers. He holds out his hand, and Frank coats his fingers, his eyes wide, watching every movement. Mikey never looks away from Frank’s gaze as he slides a finger inside of himself, then two, twisting and fucking himself with slow careful strokes.

“Wait,” Frank says suddenly, and he’s pushing down his own jeans and kicking off his shoes. He drops the lube and it bounces to the floor as Frank presses his hand against Mikey’s, their fingers together and Mikey gasps, arcs off the bed as Frank slides his finger in with Mikey’s.

“You’re going to ride me,” Frank says, and his pupils are blown, his lips wet as he licks over the tip of Mikey’s cock, a tantalising tease of a touch before he moves back and lies down on the bed.

Immediately Mikey feels the loss, and he pushes himself up onto his knees, his whole body strung out, wanting as he looks at Frank who’s lying on his back, his t-shirt rucked up and his cock gleaming wetly at the head. Mikey needs to taste, to touch and he straddles Frank’s legs and bends forward, hands braced on the bed.

Mikey loves sucking cock, loves using his tongue, his throat, swallowing as Frank flies apart, but today he only gets a touch, drags his tongue through the beads of pre come when fingers tangle in his hair and Frank pulls, saying, “I said ride me.”

Mikey looks up at Frank, sees how he’s breathing hard, his whole body tense and he knows how much Frank wants this. It’s a heady feeling and Mikey runs his tongue over his bottom lip, savouring the lingering taste, then kneels up and crawls up the bed until he’s positioned over Frank’s cock.

One hand behind him, he guides himself down, lowers himself with one smooth movement as his breath catches and he throws back his head at the sudden sensation of being so full, stretched as Frank moans, hands clutching in thin air.

“Ride me,” Frank growls, and Mikey follows the command, lifts himself up then down, shifting his hips as Frank meets him half way, thrusting up as Mikey comes down and Mikey can’t help whimpering, teeth digging into his lip as Frank holds onto his thighs, nails digging in hard.

“Yes,” Frank says, and his eyes are closed as they fall into a bruising rhythm, always meeting half way and Mikey can feel shock waves of pleasure echo along his spine, to his fingers and toes and all that matters is the slap of skin against skin, the feel of Frank buried so deep inside.

When Frank reaches forward and wraps his fingers around Mikey’s cock, jerking him roughly, it’s enough to push him over the edge, and he clenches hard, feels Frank following close behind.

Spent, Mikey slumps forward and rests his overheated cheeks against Frank’s chest, listening to the thump of his heart.

“Am I dead?” Frank asks eventually. “I feel dead.”

Mikey laughs and brushes a kiss against the underside of Frank’s jaw. “Nope, you made it again.”

“Good,” Frank says softly, and he turns to look at Mikey. “Want to shower?”

Mikey smiles, because seriously, still he peels himself apart from Frank and says, “sure.”

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Comments
ephemera From: ephemera Date: April 19th, 2008 02:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
I know you worry about writing the smut, but you shouldn't - *fans self*

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“Am I dead?” Frank asks eventually. “I feel dead.”

Mikey laughs and brushes a kiss against the underside of Frank’s jaw. “Nope, you made it again.”


is still my favourite line from that second one, though - they're so *sweet*.)
turps33 From: turps33 Date: April 19th, 2008 02:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
I wouldn't be me if I didn't worry *g*

They are sweet, which just suggests they should stick to hand holding ;)

*smooch* Thank you.
castalie From: castalie Date: April 19th, 2008 04:42 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm in the living room, surrounded by the French Posse and we're watching a pretty stressful and depressing - though gorgeous - film and as usual we're passing Charlie around so I sorta kidnapped him for the moment so that I could cruise the flist and I saw this and OH SIS!

Okay, let's start with the second one. I know you're always worried about writing smut but you so shouldn't because this was incredibly hot! And not just hot but incredibly sexy and sensual, which is the perfect combination ever! That was all kinds of awesome.

As for the first one now, listen, when I chose that prompt? That's exactly what I was thinking of... I don't know, it's just the kind of story I wanted to read and as I was reading your ficlet I was like 'God, did she pick my brain or something? Wow!'

That was gorgeous and just - yeah, I absolutely loved it! Thank you so much!

Also, unrelated. crazybutsound is sitting next to me and kept stroking the MCR pics on your layout - she was wondering where you found the one on your header. And, speaking of her, she'd like to friend you cause there's no possible wrong with someone who's in love with Chris and the MCR gang. Can she? Cause she'd like your permission. No kidding ;-)

I promise she's awesome. She says she's not, but I think she is.
turps33 From: turps33 Date: April 19th, 2008 05:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh my goodness. I'm so thrilled right now!

First that you liked the smut, which you're right, I do get worried about writing, but especially that you liked the first. Because that's the one that came so easily and just fell into place.

Okay, let me laugh a moment at the idea of my header being petted. Which I totally understand btw, because hello! WAYS! I've posted the pic a took my header from below, just click on the thumb nail because it's kinda big.

There's more pics from the event here

And man, yes. Friend away. Like I need to give permission ;)

blushandrecover From: blushandrecover Date: April 19th, 2008 05:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
Basically, as long as you keep writing Frank and Mikey, in any capacity, you pretty much own me. (I'm easy like that.) I love both, the undeniable hotness of the second and the sweetness of the first. So much love for these.
turps33 From: turps33 Date: April 19th, 2008 05:30 pm (UTC) (Link)
Somehow I don't think I'll stop writing Frank and Mikey anytime soon. You may be under ownership for a while ;)

Thank you so much. I'm so glad you liked them both.
riflethrough From: riflethrough Date: April 19th, 2008 05:54 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh man, I love both of these a lot. Especially the first one and how they all calmed Mikey down without even really knowing he needed to be. So sweet! And the second one: HOT.
turps33 From: turps33 Date: April 19th, 2008 06:48 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! The first one is my favourite too, so I'm glad you liked :)
clumsygyrl From: clumsygyrl Date: April 19th, 2008 06:19 pm (UTC) (Link)
the first was unbelievably sweet

the second... mmmmporn.
turps33 From: turps33 Date: April 19th, 2008 06:48 pm (UTC) (Link)
Sweetness and porn. Not bad for two ficlets *g*

Thank you!

How's things? You feeling better?
clumsygyrl From: clumsygyrl Date: April 19th, 2008 09:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
still cough-y, but i'm okayish now.
crowgirl13 From: crowgirl13 Date: April 19th, 2008 10:34 pm (UTC) (Link)
It's taken me ALL DAY to read your second ficlet - stupid ol' work. :P But it was like a porny crackerjack prize, waiting as a reward at the end of the day...

AND !!!!
What a delicious ficlet. Smutty and full of heat, flavored with humor [as this pairing should be, IMO]... just wow.

I adore this: Mikey looks along the length of his body, at Frank’s hands, black nails and tattooed fingers, bursts of colour against Mikey’s pale skin.

That is such a striking image. Well friggin' done, hon.

But I have to say- that first fic is *so satisfying*. I wish there were more slice-of-life fics out there, of this caliber.
turps33 From: turps33 Date: April 21st, 2008 10:34 am (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, I imagine reading smut at work could be a problem.

I'm so glad you liked! I always think Frank and Mikey would spend their time cracking each other up, because they're just ridiculous. Both of them.

I have to admit. Thinking about Frank's black nails against Mikey's pale skin does things to me.

Saying that. I still prefer the first one myself.

Thank you :)
luciamad From: luciamad Date: April 20th, 2008 02:56 am (UTC) (Link)
“You’re going to ride me,” Frank says
I have something of a weakness for dirty talk when it's not straight up dirty talk, but more just telling the person exactly what they're going to do. The directness of that sort of thing, cutting to the chase and all. It's quite hot.

I also quite loved the part where Frank's tracing Mikey's spine as he's undressing and every time Frank bites. I like when he does both those things. He should do them more. To Mikey.

Other than that, just very excited to come across a new Mikey/Frank enthusiast who can write. Fun times.
turps33 From: turps33 Date: April 21st, 2008 10:29 am (UTC) (Link)
I totally agree, Frank really should do more things to Mikey, especially biting. Hmmmm.

It's saddened me to find how few Mikey/Frank stories are out there. I thought they'd be much more popular but that doesn't seem to be the case.

Thank you so much for taking the time to comment.
jcsillusion From: jcsillusion Date: April 20th, 2008 04:49 am (UTC) (Link)
What are you doing to me, girlie? You're seriously tainting my image of you as my friendsfriends ChrisWoman. Now I'm frequenting your LJ more often now (and not just thru comms) and finding these Mikey fics (not that I'm complaining) and I'm finding that I'm falling head over heels for them.

You are one of my favorite writers. Just to let you know. I may have never let you know before Hue since I was really a lurker and bad about not leaving comments, especially in the popslash days. You've definitely made me want to leave a line or two.

Mikey and Frank = LOVE.

That is all. :)
jcsillusion From: jcsillusion Date: April 20th, 2008 04:55 am (UTC) (Link)
Ok. I lied.

Growling Frank. Mikey riding him. Voyeur Gerard. Yeah. Hot.
turps33 From: turps33 Date: April 21st, 2008 10:27 am (UTC) (Link)
Dude, I know!
turps33 From: turps33 Date: April 21st, 2008 10:26 am (UTC) (Link)
Well, I can be a Chris and Mikey woman, which guh! Let me just go think on that a while.

I'm so glad you're enjoying the fics, because believe me, I'm enjoying reading them. I'm also glad you're commenting, not that I mind people reading and not commenting, but it's lovely to chat to people who like what you do.

Mikey and Frank = LOVE.

I couldn't have put it better myself :D
exsequar From: exsequar Date: April 20th, 2008 03:06 pm (UTC) (Link)
Regarding:

Mikey looks along the length of his body, at Frank’s hands, black nails and tattooed fingers, bursts of colour against Mikey’s pale skin.

and

He shivers at the scrape of teeth against his bared neck, a moment of warning before Frank bites and sucks hard.

MY BUTTONS, LET ME SHOW YOU THEM. Asfskljdfs. Seriously, the mental image of Frank's tattooed fingers (or any other part of his body, really) against the smooth paleness of a Way brother (I'm not picky) is really kind of the most obscenely hot thing ever in the universe. Nnnnngh. This whole ficlet - so freaking hot. AND sweet at the same time. My favorite! <333

And awwww, Mikey finding peace all wrapped up in his boys. So darling!
turps33 From: turps33 Date: April 21st, 2008 10:23 am (UTC) (Link)
Seriously, the mental image of Frank's tattooed fingers (or any other part of his body, really) against the smooth paleness of a Way brother (I'm not picky) is really kind of the most obscenely hot thing ever in the universe.

Oh hell yeah! It's such a delicious contrast, I have to agree.

I'm so glad you liked. Thank you for letting me know :)
themoononastick From: themoononastick Date: April 21st, 2008 12:29 am (UTC) (Link)
I really like both of these. The first one is a gorgeous snapshot of a peaceful moment, and the second one is just fabulously hot.

Mikey looks along the length of his body, at Frank’s hands, black nails and tattooed fingers, bursts of colour against Mikey’s pale skin.

That is such an amazing image, so well described.

And I adore the ending. :D
turps33 From: turps33 Date: April 21st, 2008 09:33 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you!

I had a lot of fun with the prompts, no pressure just freedom to write. Now if only my popslash muse would come back.

That is such an amazing image, so well described.

Thank you! And yes, I love that image too.
frausorge From: frausorge Date: April 21st, 2008 07:27 am (UTC) (Link)
1) So lovely. Mikey's sense of unease, frustration, overwhelmed-ness is so palpable, and it's lovely how the others know better than he does what'll help him. In fact by the end I was kind of thinking I got a subby vibe from him, though that might just be extrapolation. In any case, delightful!

2) GUHHHH.
turps33 From: turps33 Date: April 21st, 2008 09:16 am (UTC) (Link)
Okay, reading comments about Mikey having a subby vibe is a great way of waking me up in the mornings. I didn't add that purposely, but have no problems at all in it being between the lines.

Thank you!
arsenicjade From: arsenicjade Date: April 22nd, 2008 02:38 am (UTC) (Link)
band peoples taking care of Mikey=BEST THING EVER.

begging=among my favorite kinks EVER.
turps33 From: turps33 Date: April 26th, 2008 06:49 pm (UTC) (Link)
Mikey should be taken care of always! Especially by band people.

And yes, begging is of the good!
saba1789 From: saba1789 Date: April 28th, 2008 07:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh Terri, what awesome ficlets! And both in completely different ways!

The first one makes me want to take the whole of MCR and squish them to pieces. SO MUCH LOVE!

And the second one is just incredibly hot what with Mikey fingering himself and Frankie joining and then Mikey riding Frank and yes, GUH!

Thanks so much for writing and sharing both of those! :D
turps33 From: turps33 Date: April 29th, 2008 09:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm so glad you liked.

The first one remains my favourite. I just love them being together. And yeah, the second has some nice images I must admit /ego.
paperdollkisses From: paperdollkisses Date: May 5th, 2009 05:29 am (UTC) (Link)
Mmmm, yummy, sexy and a whole bag of chips! Awesome.

I hadn't realized how much of your stuff I hadn't read. I'm making up for it now though. Sorry for the comment overload. Well, not really. :D
turps33 From: turps33 Date: May 5th, 2009 09:46 am (UTC) (Link)
I'm not sorry for the comment overload at all!

I have to admit, I'm indulging myself and re-reading my old fic. It's a good way to spend time.
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