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Title: Unattainable Or Just Messed Up.
Author: beecat
Pairing: Mike/Tre
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: not true
Whether my mind is full or empty of thoughts, there is always one constant. One thing that I never forget. YOU.
Your smell, your smile, your…. You.
And when I think about this more and more, it puzzles me as to why I am I sat here and your not here? Why are you out there partying the night away… without me. And why am I in this bus without you?
Then I remember your, you, untameable, unruly, unmistakably… you.
Your Tre Cool the one and only, king of the party, the man everyone wants or wants to be.
And me. I am not quite sure. You invited me out in your own little way, with a nod and a nudge but I was… am too tired. I don’t understand where your energy comes from, I am so tired from the busy day of photo shots, meet and greets and then the gig. I could fall asleep right now… I think… I might… just…
“Mikeeeeey…” is whispered so softly into his ear, “you awake?”
“Nnnn…” is all that is replied.
“I am sorry,” Mike feels a quick kiss on the head.
His arm snakes out from the covers to pull at the disappearing figure; He finds a leg. “Sleep.” he mutters, rolling over to make room.
Tre strips to his boxers and climbs into the gap left for him.
Wrapping an arm around the bassist he kisses the back of his neck. “Goodnight Mikey” he whispers.
“Hmmm,” is his reply as Mike falls back into slumber.
Tre wakes up in an empty bunk, his brain fuzzy, eyes bleary.
He smells coffee… ‘go figure’ he thinks, stumbling out the bed he shuffles to the front of the bus to find Mike drinking coffee and reading the paper at the table.
“Heavy night?” Mike asks.
“Naaa… Nnnn…” Tre gives up on speech laying his head on the counter.
Mike runs his hand though Tre’s hair, pushing his cup in Tre’s direction.
Tre looks up blue eyes hazy and apologetic.
“What?” Mike asks confused.
“I am sorry,” Tre mutters.
“For…what?”
“I kissed Billie… again.” He fiddles with the seam of his boxers
“Oh.” Mike looks out the window ‘untameable, unruly, unmistakably… you’ he thinks.
A long silence follows.
A very long silence is seems to Tre before he says “It didn’t mean anything.”
“The fact you keep doing it would imply it must mean something.” Mike replies matter of fact-ly.
“Yer it means there is no-one else around to kiss me.” Tre suddenly gets angry and storms back to the bunk area, throwing himself into one.
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Author: beecat
Pairing: Mike/Tre
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: not true
Whether my mind is full or empty of thoughts, there is always one constant. One thing that I never forget. YOU.
Your smell, your smile, your…. You.
And when I think about this more and more, it puzzles me as to why I am I sat here and your not here? Why are you out there partying the night away… without me. And why am I in this bus without you?
Then I remember your, you, untameable, unruly, unmistakably… you.
Your Tre Cool the one and only, king of the party, the man everyone wants or wants to be.
And me. I am not quite sure. You invited me out in your own little way, with a nod and a nudge but I was… am too tired. I don’t understand where your energy comes from, I am so tired from the busy day of photo shots, meet and greets and then the gig. I could fall asleep right now… I think… I might… just…
“Mikeeeeey…” is whispered so softly into his ear, “you awake?”
“Nnnn…” is all that is replied.
“I am sorry,” Mike feels a quick kiss on the head.
His arm snakes out from the covers to pull at the disappearing figure; He finds a leg. “Sleep.” he mutters, rolling over to make room.
Tre strips to his boxers and climbs into the gap left for him.
Wrapping an arm around the bassist he kisses the back of his neck. “Goodnight Mikey” he whispers.
“Hmmm,” is his reply as Mike falls back into slumber.
Tre wakes up in an empty bunk, his brain fuzzy, eyes bleary.
He smells coffee… ‘go figure’ he thinks, stumbling out the bed he shuffles to the front of the bus to find Mike drinking coffee and reading the paper at the table.
“Heavy night?” Mike asks.
“Naaa… Nnnn…” Tre gives up on speech laying his head on the counter.
Mike runs his hand though Tre’s hair, pushing his cup in Tre’s direction.
Tre looks up blue eyes hazy and apologetic.
“What?” Mike asks confused.
“I am sorry,” Tre mutters.
“For…what?”
“I kissed Billie… again.” He fiddles with the seam of his boxers
“Oh.” Mike looks out the window ‘untameable, unruly, unmistakably… you’ he thinks.
A long silence follows.
A very long silence is seems to Tre before he says “It didn’t mean anything.”
“The fact you keep doing it would imply it must mean something.” Mike replies matter of fact-ly.
“Yer it means there is no-one else around to kiss me.” Tre suddenly gets angry and storms back to the bunk area, throwing himself into one.
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