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Untitled Mike Carden POV fic
~1473 words, PG-13, Butcher/Siska Mike Carden POV
The thing about Butcher and Siska is that they’re having sex.
Yeah, I just felt like writing something Butcher/Siska. I love them as a pairing and wish to populate the fic world with more fic about them.
The thing about Butcher and Siska is that they’re having sex.
Fucking. Screwing. Humping. Doing the nasty. Getting down and dirty. Getting their freak on.
Seriously, they’re having sex.
And it’s polite and all. They wait for hotel nights most of the time and the bus is apparently only appropriate for make-outs. At least that’s according to Siska and the only reason that’s true is that Siska thinks if Bill were to ever walk in on sexy times, Bill’s head would explode. Because Bill says he’s supportive and shit- he got them all to say they were supportive and shit- but Mike knows that Bill’s fiercely overprotective of little Sisky and would probably lose his shit if he were to see Siska having sex.
Butcher’s all respectful of that. While he does make-out with Siska, a lot and Mike’s never seen two people so happy to just make-out with each other, it usually just leads to cuddles in Butcher’s tiny bunk at the end of the night.
Mike’s told it’s adorable. Mike thinks it’s kind of retarded because he can barely fit in his bunk by himself most days. He can’t imagine two people piling in.
They get a little sloppy on hotel nights, though. Hands and mouths and tongues and Mike never, ever wants to Siska sucking on Butcher’s finger ever again in his life. It’s probably a very good thing that they’re separated by Butcher’s kit during shows because Mike’s not sure they’d be able to keep from being in each other’s space on the nights when they know they’re going to have a hotel room all to themselves.
For the most part, though, it’s kept in check. Just cuddling and holding and sometimes Butcher plays with Siska’s hair, but that was going down before they started fucking so Mike can’t exactly say that it’s any different then before. They’re not discrete, but Butcher’s not giving Siska a blow job in the kitchen area or anything. Which Mike thinks is great because if his girlfriend were on tour with them, he’s not sure he’d be able to keep it in his pants.
So, they’re fucking.
But they’re also in love.
Which Mike’s not sure is better or not.
Because, really, who finds the love of their life at sixteen. Maybe Siska’s lucky or whatever, but Mike’s been through bad break-ups and he knows that William’s relationships haven’t been all that stable either. So, Mike doesn’t know.
It’s probably better than if they were fucking and Siska was all sprung and Butcher was just in it to get off. They’d eventually talk it out and Siska would be sad and try and cover it up with manly things and Mike would have to like kill Butcher and hide the body somewhere. He’s sure he could get Bill to help, if that had been the case.
Thankfully, it’s not.
Thankfully, Butcher seems to be just as in love with Siska and he even waited until after Siska was jailbait before he courted- seriously fucking courted with like dates and flowers and chocolates and serenades on his awesome bass guitar like Siska hadn’t been in love with him since Siska first met him and was disturbingly obvious about it that even Mike picked up on it eventually- Siska and was like a gentleman.
So, that’s good.
It’s really weird that the most stable relationship Mike knows involves Adam T Siska.
But it’s good that it’s stable because Butcher makes Siska really happy and vice versa and Mike doesn’t want to be selfish, but there is the band to think about it.
Because after everything with Tom and the struggle to make Santi an actual CD rather than just an idea in their heads, Mike’s a little shaky about the band. It’s his dream. It’s his everything. It’s what he’s put his heart into for so many years that he’s not sure he’s ever really been in love with anyone or anything else as much as he’s in love with his band, with the very idea of it.
They can’t lose Siska and they can’t lose Butcher and Mike doesn’t even want to think about the fall out that could happen if those two ever actually fell out of love.
“They won’t,” Michael tells him.
That’s sort of another thing, though. Because while losing Tom had been extremely difficult, more so than all the other shake-ups that have happened to this band because Tom was an actual friend, they got Michael Guy Chislett. And maybe telling Michael that they would be playing together for the rest of their lives when he first met the guy had been creepy, but Mike’s kind of creepy. He owns it. And Michael had just smiled and said ‘we’ll see’.
“But, like, they’re young, you know.”
“I don’t think it matters, man. I think that they’re honestly in love with each other, you know.”
“Yeah, yeah, I guess.”
Michael smiles and he plays a small tune on his guitar and Mike thinks it’s great so he picks up his guitar and tries to find an accompanying beat, something that’ll make it really pop. They’re still working on it when Butcher comes into the front room of the bus, eyes kind of sleepy and droopy looking and he’s wearing a ridiculously small pair of shorts like its a hundred degrees or something. It’s Butcher, though, so it’s not exactly an uncommon occurrence.
“Hey, that’s pretty good,” he says opening the fridge to get a bottle of water.
“Just something we’re fiddling around with,” Michael says.
Butcher nods.
“It’s good.”
Butcher opens his bottle and takes a long swig and Michael goes back to strumming, fiddling with is guitar every once in awhile to get it tuned just right.
“Hey,” Mike says when Butcher’s downed the whole bottle.
Butcher nods.
“What’s up?”
“If you hurt Siska, I’ll gut you with a butter knife.”
Michael looks up from his guitar and frowns. Butcher does a double take, eyes narrowing slightly, but there’s a tiny smile on his face too.
Mike knows they’ve been dating for a year and that he probably should’ve done this a long time ago, but they were busy with the Tom drama and getting Michael onboard and putting out the new record that it just never seemed like a good time. He figures better late than never.
“Dude, if I hurt Siska, I’ll willingly let you cut off my dick and feed it to a rotweiler,” Butcher says.
“That sounds like a bad life plan. Please don’t like them cut your dick off. I kind of like it.”
Mike watches as Butcher turns around and there’s Siska standing there looking just as sleepy as Butcher had and he’s wearing his boxers and one of Butcher’s shirts. Butcher smiles that ridiculously happy smile and pulls at the hem of Siska’s shirt until Siska is standing right next to him, Butcher’s arm curling around Siska’s waist and he kisses Siska, gentle and soft and closed lipped.
Michael makes an aw noise next to him and Mike feels kind of like vomiting.
“Butcher, no, morning breath and also, the guys,” Siska says against Butcher’s lips.
Butcher hums.
“You’re totally right, Sisky Biz. Just hard to resist you so early in the morning.”
“Yeah, I could see that. So why is Mike cutting off your dick and feeding it to a rotweiler? And why are you letting him?”
“Mike was just giving me the standard threat that comes when you date a friend,” Butcher says.
Siska’s face scrunches up and he frowns.
“Dude, it’s been like a year,” Siska says turning to Mike.
Mike shrugs.
“It’s never been the right moment.”
“You know Bill already went through this, right? Like he even had a whole speech planned out and it was long and winded just like Bilvy always is. It was actually kind of sweet and would’ve been threatening if it hadn’t been Bill, you know?” Siska says.
“I figured. I was just putting in my two cents,” Mike says.
“He threatened to gut me with a butter knife, sunshine. And you know Mike is way more threatening then Bill,” Butcher says.
“He won’t get the chance to gut you,” Siska says, poking Butcher in the stomach.
“I will if he hurts you,” Mike says.
Siska smiles and kisses Butcher on the cheek.
“You’re whole protection thing is great, Carden, but, trust me, you’ll never get the chance,” Siska says.
They don’t make-out. It probably would’ve been the perfect time for them to make-out, but they kind of just smile at each other and stare all lovingly and then Siska says he wants cereal and Butcher better move his ass so that Siska can get to the bowls and pour himself some.
It’s still cutesy, but at least Mike doesn’t feel like vomiting.
FIN
~1473 words, PG-13, Butcher/Siska Mike Carden POV
The thing about Butcher and Siska is that they’re having sex.
Yeah, I just felt like writing something Butcher/Siska. I love them as a pairing and wish to populate the fic world with more fic about them.
The thing about Butcher and Siska is that they’re having sex.
Fucking. Screwing. Humping. Doing the nasty. Getting down and dirty. Getting their freak on.
Seriously, they’re having sex.
And it’s polite and all. They wait for hotel nights most of the time and the bus is apparently only appropriate for make-outs. At least that’s according to Siska and the only reason that’s true is that Siska thinks if Bill were to ever walk in on sexy times, Bill’s head would explode. Because Bill says he’s supportive and shit- he got them all to say they were supportive and shit- but Mike knows that Bill’s fiercely overprotective of little Sisky and would probably lose his shit if he were to see Siska having sex.
Butcher’s all respectful of that. While he does make-out with Siska, a lot and Mike’s never seen two people so happy to just make-out with each other, it usually just leads to cuddles in Butcher’s tiny bunk at the end of the night.
Mike’s told it’s adorable. Mike thinks it’s kind of retarded because he can barely fit in his bunk by himself most days. He can’t imagine two people piling in.
They get a little sloppy on hotel nights, though. Hands and mouths and tongues and Mike never, ever wants to Siska sucking on Butcher’s finger ever again in his life. It’s probably a very good thing that they’re separated by Butcher’s kit during shows because Mike’s not sure they’d be able to keep from being in each other’s space on the nights when they know they’re going to have a hotel room all to themselves.
For the most part, though, it’s kept in check. Just cuddling and holding and sometimes Butcher plays with Siska’s hair, but that was going down before they started fucking so Mike can’t exactly say that it’s any different then before. They’re not discrete, but Butcher’s not giving Siska a blow job in the kitchen area or anything. Which Mike thinks is great because if his girlfriend were on tour with them, he’s not sure he’d be able to keep it in his pants.
So, they’re fucking.
But they’re also in love.
Which Mike’s not sure is better or not.
Because, really, who finds the love of their life at sixteen. Maybe Siska’s lucky or whatever, but Mike’s been through bad break-ups and he knows that William’s relationships haven’t been all that stable either. So, Mike doesn’t know.
It’s probably better than if they were fucking and Siska was all sprung and Butcher was just in it to get off. They’d eventually talk it out and Siska would be sad and try and cover it up with manly things and Mike would have to like kill Butcher and hide the body somewhere. He’s sure he could get Bill to help, if that had been the case.
Thankfully, it’s not.
Thankfully, Butcher seems to be just as in love with Siska and he even waited until after Siska was jailbait before he courted- seriously fucking courted with like dates and flowers and chocolates and serenades on his awesome bass guitar like Siska hadn’t been in love with him since Siska first met him and was disturbingly obvious about it that even Mike picked up on it eventually- Siska and was like a gentleman.
So, that’s good.
It’s really weird that the most stable relationship Mike knows involves Adam T Siska.
But it’s good that it’s stable because Butcher makes Siska really happy and vice versa and Mike doesn’t want to be selfish, but there is the band to think about it.
Because after everything with Tom and the struggle to make Santi an actual CD rather than just an idea in their heads, Mike’s a little shaky about the band. It’s his dream. It’s his everything. It’s what he’s put his heart into for so many years that he’s not sure he’s ever really been in love with anyone or anything else as much as he’s in love with his band, with the very idea of it.
They can’t lose Siska and they can’t lose Butcher and Mike doesn’t even want to think about the fall out that could happen if those two ever actually fell out of love.
“They won’t,” Michael tells him.
That’s sort of another thing, though. Because while losing Tom had been extremely difficult, more so than all the other shake-ups that have happened to this band because Tom was an actual friend, they got Michael Guy Chislett. And maybe telling Michael that they would be playing together for the rest of their lives when he first met the guy had been creepy, but Mike’s kind of creepy. He owns it. And Michael had just smiled and said ‘we’ll see’.
“But, like, they’re young, you know.”
“I don’t think it matters, man. I think that they’re honestly in love with each other, you know.”
“Yeah, yeah, I guess.”
Michael smiles and he plays a small tune on his guitar and Mike thinks it’s great so he picks up his guitar and tries to find an accompanying beat, something that’ll make it really pop. They’re still working on it when Butcher comes into the front room of the bus, eyes kind of sleepy and droopy looking and he’s wearing a ridiculously small pair of shorts like its a hundred degrees or something. It’s Butcher, though, so it’s not exactly an uncommon occurrence.
“Hey, that’s pretty good,” he says opening the fridge to get a bottle of water.
“Just something we’re fiddling around with,” Michael says.
Butcher nods.
“It’s good.”
Butcher opens his bottle and takes a long swig and Michael goes back to strumming, fiddling with is guitar every once in awhile to get it tuned just right.
“Hey,” Mike says when Butcher’s downed the whole bottle.
Butcher nods.
“What’s up?”
“If you hurt Siska, I’ll gut you with a butter knife.”
Michael looks up from his guitar and frowns. Butcher does a double take, eyes narrowing slightly, but there’s a tiny smile on his face too.
Mike knows they’ve been dating for a year and that he probably should’ve done this a long time ago, but they were busy with the Tom drama and getting Michael onboard and putting out the new record that it just never seemed like a good time. He figures better late than never.
“Dude, if I hurt Siska, I’ll willingly let you cut off my dick and feed it to a rotweiler,” Butcher says.
“That sounds like a bad life plan. Please don’t like them cut your dick off. I kind of like it.”
Mike watches as Butcher turns around and there’s Siska standing there looking just as sleepy as Butcher had and he’s wearing his boxers and one of Butcher’s shirts. Butcher smiles that ridiculously happy smile and pulls at the hem of Siska’s shirt until Siska is standing right next to him, Butcher’s arm curling around Siska’s waist and he kisses Siska, gentle and soft and closed lipped.
Michael makes an aw noise next to him and Mike feels kind of like vomiting.
“Butcher, no, morning breath and also, the guys,” Siska says against Butcher’s lips.
Butcher hums.
“You’re totally right, Sisky Biz. Just hard to resist you so early in the morning.”
“Yeah, I could see that. So why is Mike cutting off your dick and feeding it to a rotweiler? And why are you letting him?”
“Mike was just giving me the standard threat that comes when you date a friend,” Butcher says.
Siska’s face scrunches up and he frowns.
“Dude, it’s been like a year,” Siska says turning to Mike.
Mike shrugs.
“It’s never been the right moment.”
“You know Bill already went through this, right? Like he even had a whole speech planned out and it was long and winded just like Bilvy always is. It was actually kind of sweet and would’ve been threatening if it hadn’t been Bill, you know?” Siska says.
“I figured. I was just putting in my two cents,” Mike says.
“He threatened to gut me with a butter knife, sunshine. And you know Mike is way more threatening then Bill,” Butcher says.
“He won’t get the chance to gut you,” Siska says, poking Butcher in the stomach.
“I will if he hurts you,” Mike says.
Siska smiles and kisses Butcher on the cheek.
“You’re whole protection thing is great, Carden, but, trust me, you’ll never get the chance,” Siska says.
They don’t make-out. It probably would’ve been the perfect time for them to make-out, but they kind of just smile at each other and stare all lovingly and then Siska says he wants cereal and Butcher better move his ass so that Siska can get to the bowls and pour himself some.
It’s still cutesy, but at least Mike doesn’t feel like vomiting.
FIN