Wet Dream 5/7
Title: Wet Dream 5/7
Pairing: Micky/Hero (minor pairings: implied Yunho/Hero, implied Yoochun/Junsu)
Rating: Eventually NC-17 (PG-13 for this part)
Disclaimer: Another story that proves once again that they aren't mine.
Summary: Micky is the best at cleaning up other people's messes. He's not sure what to do when faced with something only in his dreams.
A/N: This fic is for rabanitchas who is the one who gave me the plot idea for it.
Poster credit goes to chunsangel once again. It's gorgeous!
Part 5: Pillow Talk
“Mi-cky,” he said, pointing to his chest. “Micky.”
Hero tried to say it again. “Mi-Mee.”
Micky discovered that there are no harsh sounds in Hero’s languages. No “K” or “J” and only something that could have been a “B” noise. No “S” or “Z” or “T” or “P”. It was like his was a language of vowels and breaths. It was easy to teach him how to pronounce the “M” sound. He didn’t have any problems pronouncing “Hero” or understanding that was his name. Although he said his name was something that sounded liked “Youeeroueouwowee” or something like that. Micky had no idea, and when he tried to pronounce it, Hero made a face and said, “Hero” and nodded.
Micky tried again. “Mi-cky.”
Hero said, “Mi-yee.”
And Micky decided that was good enough. He leaned back on his hands and smiled. The sun was out, burning through the glass. One of the things Changmin had shown him before they left was a series of controls that opened panels in the ceiling and let fresh air blow through. All the glass panels were open, and it almost felt like they were lying on a beach by the ocean.
Hero said, “Mi-yee,” again, and Micky shook his head, but laughed. He held out his hand and Hero crawled over to him, easily finding his spot against Micky’s side. They’d discovered that in human form, they were the same height, and in mer-form, Hero’s tail was about three feet longer.
Micky had yet to see the change, but sometimes he felt it against his legs. It was so quick and almost unconscious on Hero’s part that when he lifted his head to look, it was already done. Rarely, Hero walked to the wooden dresser by the hammock and applied a salve to his legs. He pantomimed something about the sand giving him rashes. Micky figured that it was the type of sand. Since it wasn’t actually on the beach, it was different and irritated his skin. A few days before, Micky had taken the bottle from Hero’s hands, pushed him into the hammock and massaged his feet and legs.
Hero had practically purred in contentment.
They were getting closer and every day it got harder and harder for Micky to control himself.
Hero hadn’t kissed him since his first day back, unfortunately, so Micky didn’t know anymore if his advances would be appreciated or if he’d scare Hero off again. Fortunately, the bathrooms in the mansion weren’t visible through the aquarium, so he had plenty of places to jerk off.
“Mi-yee,” Hero said again. His webbed fingers trailed up Micky’s chest.
Micky shut his eyes and relaxed under the soft touches.
Maybe his advances would be welcome, but Hero had no idea how to vocalize that or how to show Micky that he wanted them.
Micky didn’t know the nature of Yunho’s relationship with Hero. He doubted it was platonic, because who could resist Hero’s beauty? But then again, Yunho could be straight. Or he could have been in a relationship with Changmin? Or he could have seen Hero as nothing more than a pet?
And if their relationship had been strictly friendly, then besides the man who owned him so long ago, Hero wouldn’t know what to do, or what to say, or even if it was possible to have a relationship and not just something to possess.
Micky wondered if it was worth it to find out.
Shaking, he lifted his hand and ran his fingers through Hero’s hair. When it dried, it felt like sticky blades of grass. It was still wet, though, since they hadn’t been out of the water long. Hero squirmed and tried to snuggle deeper into his chest. Micky took that as a good sign and continued playing with his hair. He moved it little by little until his fingertips were touching his neck instead.
Hero froze for a moment and then relaxed, and Micky decided that he did not want to piss Hero off, so he kept his hand there and didn’t try for more.
A few minutes later, and Micky was too hot with a body next to him and from the sun. He shifted, and then gently pushed Hero away. The beautiful merman was half asleep and Micky knew that wasn’t good for his tail to be in the sun for so long.
“Water,” Micky said and pointed.
Hero frowned, looked up at the sky and nodded. He pushed up with his arms, muscles flexing, and then arched his back, stretching. Micky licked his lips, and Hero tilted his head, and Micky silently cursed himself, but smiled and shooed Hero toward the water.
Hero smiled back and shimmied down the sand. He kept his arms on the ledge, upper body supported and stared at Micky with tired eyes. Micky was tired too, but he had cleaning to do. Part of him thought of Hero as a big fish, swimming around in his own filth and that of his food. But that part of him had to shut up, or else he’d never swim with Hero again. He had to remind himself over and over that they had top of the line filters in this place.
Maybe he was a tiny, itty, bitty bit OCD.
Hero pouted at him and tugged on his leg, and Micky chuckled and let himself be pulled into the water. They floated for a moment before Hero took them under and out and to a place where Micky could climb out. But he didn’t want to leave and he clung to Hero for a little longer, face pressed into his neck for a few more seconds. Hero rubbed his back.
With a deep breath, Micky pulled his face away and smiled at the slightly confused look on Hero’s face. Micky touched his cheek softly and opened his mouth, but said nothing. Hero did though, a question, and Micky smiled again, shaking his head. He tried to reach for the platform, but Hero tightened his hold and swam them to the middle of the tank. He said the same thing, more like he demanded it and Micky pondered him.
Hero squeezed him and then actually huffed in frustration.
Micky didn’t know what to do or what he wanted, and they stared at each other. Hero bit his lower lip and looked down, eyes sad, and Micky was quick to cup his cheek, lift his face and offer him a little smile. Hero’s tongue swiped along his lower lip, and Micky watched it, fascinated and confused. Hero leaned his cheek into Micky’s hand and then turned his head and pressed a kiss to the fleshy part of his palm.
Micky inhaled sharply and held his breath.
Hero’s lips peeled away from his hand only when he turned his head and their eyes met again, and Micky wasn’t sure if it was an invitation or just a kiss on his hand. He didn’t care. He lifted his other hand to Hero’s other cheek.
Hero’s arms tightened around his waist and they both leaned forward. Micky’s eyes shut just as their lips brushed. Hero gasped, but didn’t move, and Micky pressed their lips together.
Hero shuddered and tightened his hold again. Whimpering, Micky tried to find legs to wrap with his, and slid his calf along Hero’s tail. It lifted, wrapping around his lower body, and Micky lifted his legs and hooked his ankles at the top of his tail. The scales shifted, muscles undulating, and then Micky was slammed against the glass wall, Hero pressed against him completely. He moaned, opening his mouth for a saltwater kiss. His hands tangled in Hero’s wet hair.
Their tongues touched and Micky went lax, letting Hero do the exploring. His body was too tense, unable to think about anything beyond the strength and power holding and protecting him.
Hero’s kiss was insistent, but softened after a moment, enough for Micky to make an attempt to kiss him back.
Their lips parted and they both inhaled, sharing breaths between brushes of lips, touches of tongue.
Micky tilted his head back on the glass, and Hero kissed his chin and his cheeks until Micky laughed and tilted his head down to capture those lips again.
They kissed until Micky felt waterlogged, and time slipped away from them, and he had to hurry through his cleaning to get back to where their lips could meet again.
They kissed until Micky’s stomach grumbled, reminding him he had to leave the water in order to eat something, and even then, Hero stayed in the tunnels around the kitchen, and spun around, urging Micky faster.
They kissed until the stars twinkled through the glass, and Micky couldn’t keep his eyes open, but didn’t protest at all as the last thing he remembered was the feel of lips on his neck.
*** < OS<
Two weeks later, Micky wasn’t any less sexually frustrated, but he was less patient. Hero’s hands and tail had a tendency to explore his body, so Micky knew that Hero would want more eventually. Micky didn’t think he could survive without getting SOMETHING more.
So he devised a plan on the day that he had to clean the beach room. Bags and bags of rose petals were strewn all over the sand. He ordered orchids and lilies, and organized them in a way that they arched over the spot where they normally slept. He also ordered an excess of fruits platters with strawberries and pineapples and melons.
A few other essential products were put in the dresser, just in case.
Micky wasn’t anywhere near the area when it was full of water again, and open for Hero to go into. He was in the main lobby, cleaning the layer of dust that refused to stay away.
A loud knock sounded behind him, and Micky ignored it, smiling slightly. It came again and again, rapid and annoyed, until Micky finally turned around, laughing.
Hero floated, glaring and arms crossed.
“What?” Micky asked and held out his hands in question.
Hero huffed and pointed to the right.
Micky motioned around the room and then pointed to the sweeper in his hands.
Hero’s eyes narrowed and he pointed to the right again, jabbing at the water.
With one more laugh, Micky said, “Fine,” and headed to the stairways. He had spent his morning with Hero in the water, and hadn’t done more than throw on sweatpants to clean. The nice thing about always being in the water is that he didn’t ever have to get dressed.
Not that his clothes mattered in this particular instance. As soon as he was on the platform and within reach, Hero yanked him into the tank.
Micky surfaced, sputtering water and wiping his face. He’d grown used to always being in the water, but he still hated it when he was dunked under without warning. He had just enough time to glare at Hero, and then he was wrapped in strong arms, pulled under and sped through the tanks.
Micky managed to catch his breath only after being hoisted onto the petal-covered sand and left there, while Hero walked up the beach. He tilted his head back, and watched the beautiful man crouch down at the bottom drawer, retrieve something and then stand back up. He looked at the thing in his hands, and then glanced over at Micky.
Micky got the hint, and stood up. His sweats were soaked, and he unabashedly stripped them off and left them in a soaking pile.
It wasn’t the first time Hero had seen him naked, but it was the first time that Micky actually felt naked. Hero stood there and appraised him, eyes sweeping over his body, and Micky staggered a bit, self-conscious. He wasn’t nearly as muscular as Hero was, but he’d gotten more toned since he spent a lot of time swimming.
And then Hero bit his lip, almost like he was unsure, and looked back at his hands. Micky walked up beside him and saw a picture of Yunho and Hero, wrapped up in the hammock together, obviously naked. It’d been taken long before Yunho’s hair had gone gray.
Hero held it out to him, and then fell into the hammock. It swayed under his weight.
Micky stared at the picture for a little longer, and then shook his head. He had no idea if Hero understood that Yunho wasn’t coming back. And Micky wasn’t really sure he wanted to be a replacement, he wasn’t sure if Hero needed a replacement. Is that why Hero was so reluctant to do anything else?
He set the picture down on top of the dresser and stood next to Hero.
Hero held out a webbed hand and Micky took the invitation and climbed into the hammock with him. He easily found a comfortable spot with his head on Hero’s chest. Hero’s hands wrapped around Micky’s back, holding him tightly. They lay there, swaying for a few long minutes. And then Hero pushed Micky up, and they went back to the water.
Hero slipped into the water, his tail flicking up a second later, and Micky sat on the edge, feet in the water. Hero put his arms around Micky’s waist, face in his stomach and just held him again.
And Micky figured that no matter what he wanted, Hero wasn’t ready yet. He pushed the merman away and slipped into the water with him, holding around his waist. Hero kissed him softly and then ducked them under the wall and swam through the main tank.
He surfaced and made sure Micky had a sturdy grip on the catwalk and then swam off.
Micky sighed.
How frustrated was Hero that they couldn’t communicate? And how frustrated was Hero that Micky couldn’t understand?
Probably just about as frustrated as Micky was.
Part 6: Peace Offering
Part 4: Sleep Walking
Part 3: Rude Awakening
Part 2: Mythical Dream
Part 1: Close Encounter
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Pairing: Micky/Hero (minor pairings: implied Yunho/Hero, implied Yoochun/Junsu)
Rating: Eventually NC-17 (PG-13 for this part)
Disclaimer: Another story that proves once again that they aren't mine.
Summary: Micky is the best at cleaning up other people's messes. He's not sure what to do when faced with something only in his dreams.
A/N: This fic is for rabanitchas who is the one who gave me the plot idea for it.
Poster credit goes to chunsangel once again. It's gorgeous!
Part 5: Pillow Talk
“Mi-cky,” he said, pointing to his chest. “Micky.”
Hero tried to say it again. “Mi-Mee.”
Micky discovered that there are no harsh sounds in Hero’s languages. No “K” or “J” and only something that could have been a “B” noise. No “S” or “Z” or “T” or “P”. It was like his was a language of vowels and breaths. It was easy to teach him how to pronounce the “M” sound. He didn’t have any problems pronouncing “Hero” or understanding that was his name. Although he said his name was something that sounded liked “Youeeroueouwowee” or something like that. Micky had no idea, and when he tried to pronounce it, Hero made a face and said, “Hero” and nodded.
Micky tried again. “Mi-cky.”
Hero said, “Mi-yee.”
And Micky decided that was good enough. He leaned back on his hands and smiled. The sun was out, burning through the glass. One of the things Changmin had shown him before they left was a series of controls that opened panels in the ceiling and let fresh air blow through. All the glass panels were open, and it almost felt like they were lying on a beach by the ocean.
Hero said, “Mi-yee,” again, and Micky shook his head, but laughed. He held out his hand and Hero crawled over to him, easily finding his spot against Micky’s side. They’d discovered that in human form, they were the same height, and in mer-form, Hero’s tail was about three feet longer.
Micky had yet to see the change, but sometimes he felt it against his legs. It was so quick and almost unconscious on Hero’s part that when he lifted his head to look, it was already done. Rarely, Hero walked to the wooden dresser by the hammock and applied a salve to his legs. He pantomimed something about the sand giving him rashes. Micky figured that it was the type of sand. Since it wasn’t actually on the beach, it was different and irritated his skin. A few days before, Micky had taken the bottle from Hero’s hands, pushed him into the hammock and massaged his feet and legs.
Hero had practically purred in contentment.
They were getting closer and every day it got harder and harder for Micky to control himself.
Hero hadn’t kissed him since his first day back, unfortunately, so Micky didn’t know anymore if his advances would be appreciated or if he’d scare Hero off again. Fortunately, the bathrooms in the mansion weren’t visible through the aquarium, so he had plenty of places to jerk off.
“Mi-yee,” Hero said again. His webbed fingers trailed up Micky’s chest.
Micky shut his eyes and relaxed under the soft touches.
Maybe his advances would be welcome, but Hero had no idea how to vocalize that or how to show Micky that he wanted them.
Micky didn’t know the nature of Yunho’s relationship with Hero. He doubted it was platonic, because who could resist Hero’s beauty? But then again, Yunho could be straight. Or he could have been in a relationship with Changmin? Or he could have seen Hero as nothing more than a pet?
And if their relationship had been strictly friendly, then besides the man who owned him so long ago, Hero wouldn’t know what to do, or what to say, or even if it was possible to have a relationship and not just something to possess.
Micky wondered if it was worth it to find out.
Shaking, he lifted his hand and ran his fingers through Hero’s hair. When it dried, it felt like sticky blades of grass. It was still wet, though, since they hadn’t been out of the water long. Hero squirmed and tried to snuggle deeper into his chest. Micky took that as a good sign and continued playing with his hair. He moved it little by little until his fingertips were touching his neck instead.
Hero froze for a moment and then relaxed, and Micky decided that he did not want to piss Hero off, so he kept his hand there and didn’t try for more.
A few minutes later, and Micky was too hot with a body next to him and from the sun. He shifted, and then gently pushed Hero away. The beautiful merman was half asleep and Micky knew that wasn’t good for his tail to be in the sun for so long.
“Water,” Micky said and pointed.
Hero frowned, looked up at the sky and nodded. He pushed up with his arms, muscles flexing, and then arched his back, stretching. Micky licked his lips, and Hero tilted his head, and Micky silently cursed himself, but smiled and shooed Hero toward the water.
Hero smiled back and shimmied down the sand. He kept his arms on the ledge, upper body supported and stared at Micky with tired eyes. Micky was tired too, but he had cleaning to do. Part of him thought of Hero as a big fish, swimming around in his own filth and that of his food. But that part of him had to shut up, or else he’d never swim with Hero again. He had to remind himself over and over that they had top of the line filters in this place.
Maybe he was a tiny, itty, bitty bit OCD.
Hero pouted at him and tugged on his leg, and Micky chuckled and let himself be pulled into the water. They floated for a moment before Hero took them under and out and to a place where Micky could climb out. But he didn’t want to leave and he clung to Hero for a little longer, face pressed into his neck for a few more seconds. Hero rubbed his back.
With a deep breath, Micky pulled his face away and smiled at the slightly confused look on Hero’s face. Micky touched his cheek softly and opened his mouth, but said nothing. Hero did though, a question, and Micky smiled again, shaking his head. He tried to reach for the platform, but Hero tightened his hold and swam them to the middle of the tank. He said the same thing, more like he demanded it and Micky pondered him.
Hero squeezed him and then actually huffed in frustration.
Micky didn’t know what to do or what he wanted, and they stared at each other. Hero bit his lower lip and looked down, eyes sad, and Micky was quick to cup his cheek, lift his face and offer him a little smile. Hero’s tongue swiped along his lower lip, and Micky watched it, fascinated and confused. Hero leaned his cheek into Micky’s hand and then turned his head and pressed a kiss to the fleshy part of his palm.
Micky inhaled sharply and held his breath.
Hero’s lips peeled away from his hand only when he turned his head and their eyes met again, and Micky wasn’t sure if it was an invitation or just a kiss on his hand. He didn’t care. He lifted his other hand to Hero’s other cheek.
Hero’s arms tightened around his waist and they both leaned forward. Micky’s eyes shut just as their lips brushed. Hero gasped, but didn’t move, and Micky pressed their lips together.
Hero shuddered and tightened his hold again. Whimpering, Micky tried to find legs to wrap with his, and slid his calf along Hero’s tail. It lifted, wrapping around his lower body, and Micky lifted his legs and hooked his ankles at the top of his tail. The scales shifted, muscles undulating, and then Micky was slammed against the glass wall, Hero pressed against him completely. He moaned, opening his mouth for a saltwater kiss. His hands tangled in Hero’s wet hair.
Their tongues touched and Micky went lax, letting Hero do the exploring. His body was too tense, unable to think about anything beyond the strength and power holding and protecting him.
Hero’s kiss was insistent, but softened after a moment, enough for Micky to make an attempt to kiss him back.
Their lips parted and they both inhaled, sharing breaths between brushes of lips, touches of tongue.
Micky tilted his head back on the glass, and Hero kissed his chin and his cheeks until Micky laughed and tilted his head down to capture those lips again.
They kissed until Micky felt waterlogged, and time slipped away from them, and he had to hurry through his cleaning to get back to where their lips could meet again.
They kissed until Micky’s stomach grumbled, reminding him he had to leave the water in order to eat something, and even then, Hero stayed in the tunnels around the kitchen, and spun around, urging Micky faster.
They kissed until the stars twinkled through the glass, and Micky couldn’t keep his eyes open, but didn’t protest at all as the last thing he remembered was the feel of lips on his neck.
*** < OS<
Two weeks later, Micky wasn’t any less sexually frustrated, but he was less patient. Hero’s hands and tail had a tendency to explore his body, so Micky knew that Hero would want more eventually. Micky didn’t think he could survive without getting SOMETHING more.
So he devised a plan on the day that he had to clean the beach room. Bags and bags of rose petals were strewn all over the sand. He ordered orchids and lilies, and organized them in a way that they arched over the spot where they normally slept. He also ordered an excess of fruits platters with strawberries and pineapples and melons.
A few other essential products were put in the dresser, just in case.
Micky wasn’t anywhere near the area when it was full of water again, and open for Hero to go into. He was in the main lobby, cleaning the layer of dust that refused to stay away.
A loud knock sounded behind him, and Micky ignored it, smiling slightly. It came again and again, rapid and annoyed, until Micky finally turned around, laughing.
Hero floated, glaring and arms crossed.
“What?” Micky asked and held out his hands in question.
Hero huffed and pointed to the right.
Micky motioned around the room and then pointed to the sweeper in his hands.
Hero’s eyes narrowed and he pointed to the right again, jabbing at the water.
With one more laugh, Micky said, “Fine,” and headed to the stairways. He had spent his morning with Hero in the water, and hadn’t done more than throw on sweatpants to clean. The nice thing about always being in the water is that he didn’t ever have to get dressed.
Not that his clothes mattered in this particular instance. As soon as he was on the platform and within reach, Hero yanked him into the tank.
Micky surfaced, sputtering water and wiping his face. He’d grown used to always being in the water, but he still hated it when he was dunked under without warning. He had just enough time to glare at Hero, and then he was wrapped in strong arms, pulled under and sped through the tanks.
Micky managed to catch his breath only after being hoisted onto the petal-covered sand and left there, while Hero walked up the beach. He tilted his head back, and watched the beautiful man crouch down at the bottom drawer, retrieve something and then stand back up. He looked at the thing in his hands, and then glanced over at Micky.
Micky got the hint, and stood up. His sweats were soaked, and he unabashedly stripped them off and left them in a soaking pile.
It wasn’t the first time Hero had seen him naked, but it was the first time that Micky actually felt naked. Hero stood there and appraised him, eyes sweeping over his body, and Micky staggered a bit, self-conscious. He wasn’t nearly as muscular as Hero was, but he’d gotten more toned since he spent a lot of time swimming.
And then Hero bit his lip, almost like he was unsure, and looked back at his hands. Micky walked up beside him and saw a picture of Yunho and Hero, wrapped up in the hammock together, obviously naked. It’d been taken long before Yunho’s hair had gone gray.
Hero held it out to him, and then fell into the hammock. It swayed under his weight.
Micky stared at the picture for a little longer, and then shook his head. He had no idea if Hero understood that Yunho wasn’t coming back. And Micky wasn’t really sure he wanted to be a replacement, he wasn’t sure if Hero needed a replacement. Is that why Hero was so reluctant to do anything else?
He set the picture down on top of the dresser and stood next to Hero.
Hero held out a webbed hand and Micky took the invitation and climbed into the hammock with him. He easily found a comfortable spot with his head on Hero’s chest. Hero’s hands wrapped around Micky’s back, holding him tightly. They lay there, swaying for a few long minutes. And then Hero pushed Micky up, and they went back to the water.
Hero slipped into the water, his tail flicking up a second later, and Micky sat on the edge, feet in the water. Hero put his arms around Micky’s waist, face in his stomach and just held him again.
And Micky figured that no matter what he wanted, Hero wasn’t ready yet. He pushed the merman away and slipped into the water with him, holding around his waist. Hero kissed him softly and then ducked them under the wall and swam through the main tank.
He surfaced and made sure Micky had a sturdy grip on the catwalk and then swam off.
Micky sighed.
How frustrated was Hero that they couldn’t communicate? And how frustrated was Hero that Micky couldn’t understand?
Probably just about as frustrated as Micky was.
Part 6: Peace Offering
Part 4: Sleep Walking
Part 3: Rude Awakening
Part 2: Mythical Dream
Part 1: Close Encounter
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