Standalone.
Title: You Won't Feel A Thing
Author: Dark_dreamer123 and an old friend.
Pairing: Mikey/Frank but implied Waycest.
Rating: R
POV: Third persons. Thought's in italics’
Summary: Mikey smiled slowly, letting the thick, white smoke float from his open mouth.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author Note: Thanks to Silhouettes1 for beta-ing. Thanks to an old friend.
Mikey smiled slowly, letting the thick, white smoke float from his open mouth.
"Dude, you're really hot like that," Frank muttered, taking a hit from the joint.
"Oh yeah?" he asked. His body was more relaxed than it had been in a long time, and his mind was pleasantly fogged.
"Yeah."
They sat in silence; the only noises were their breaths as they sighed out the smoke. The air had a heavy, sweet scent to it. Mikey's brain felt heavy in his head, as heavy and sweet as the air in the basement.
Slowly, he became aware of a warm body next to his. He turned his head, eyes lazily focusing on Frank's face a little too close to his.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his words forming lethargically. Frank shook his head, and then there were lips on his own.
Mikey gasped, not sure if he should give into the lips. They felt so good, just like the warm tongue tracing his lips, and the soft hands caressing his face and neck.
"Mikey, stop thinking. Just let it happen," Frank mumbled against his lips, before moving to work on the boy's neck.
"But…." Mikey was cut off by a soft moan that escaped his throat when Frank nibbled at the skin.
"It feels good, right?" Frank asked, still kissing Mikey's neck.
"Mm-hmm," Mikey responded.
"Then let it happen."
By that point, Mikey was too lost to care. His mind wouldn't let him work out why this felt wrong, just the overriding sense that it felt really good.
So he let it.
From that point on, it was bliss.
It started slow. Kissing. Gasping. Licking. Nipping. That feel good? Oh yeah. Rubbing. Why's Frank doing this? Shirt off. Frank's shirt off. He's got a nice chest… Hips. Skin. Warmth. This does not feel right. But it feels so good.
Then it was moaning. More rubbing. Frank's mouth. God, that wonderful mouth. Pants off. Boxers off. Naked. Slurping, smiling, and Hazel eyes.
Oh god, more!
You sure?
Yes!
Rocking. Hands. Lube? Under the couch.
A finger. God, more! Alright.
Two fingers. Anticipation. Moaning. Groaning. Frank's crooked smile. Feels good, doesn't it? God, yes.
Yes! Whatever that was, do it again! God, Frank, please!
No fingers. Condom slipping on. Let me touch you. Okay. Mikey's hands on Frank's cock. Spreading lube over the latex. Penetration. One hard push. OH God, he's all the way in. Filled.
Thrusting. Rocking. Sweating. Clawing. More! Moist skin. Hot mouth. Frank's hands. Faster!
Kissing. Sliding. Touching. Harder, damn it! Positioning. Sweet spot. Hair pulling. Teeth clashing against teeth. Right there! Yes! Do it again!
Bliss.
Frank smiled when Mikey came, pushing into him even harder while the other boy's walls closed around his cock. He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, knowing he was teetering over the edge. Sure enough, three thrusts later he was toppling into his orgasm, moaning while he rode it out hard.
Exhausted, Frank collapsed onto Mikey's chest. The other boy was breathing hard, and knew that after sex like that he'd be extremely sore. He already had pain in between his hips.
They lay still for a few minutes, catching their breaths and calming down. Frank sat up and fumbled around, finding a box of tissues and wiping both of them up. Mikey closed his eyes. It had felt so wonderful, but he couldn't get over this foreboding feeling, like he'd just done something very, very wrong.
After a few moments of trying to gather his hazy thoughts, it hit him. Gerard.
Gerard was supposed to be the only one who made him feel like that. Slapping a hand to his forehead, Mikey groaned.
"Did you not enjoy that?" Frank asked, watching his friend wince as he sat up.
"I enjoyed it. But I shouldn't have," Mikey explained, staring straight ahead. He wasn't sure how this was going to go over with Gerard.
"Why not?" Frank asked, confused.
"Um… I kind of just cheated on somebody."
"Oh. Well, it's not like they have to know."
Mikey shook his head and stood up. He gathered his clothes together and began stepping into them.
"You leaving already?" Frank asked.
Mikey nodded. "I need to go think."
"Well, thanks for the good time," Frank called as Mikey heaved himself up the stairs. Hearing that made him feel… cheap, and dirty. He shook his head and headed out into the cold night air.
What the fuck did I just do?
Author: Dark_dreamer123 and an old friend.
Pairing: Mikey/Frank but implied Waycest.
Rating: R
POV: Third persons. Thought's in italics’
Summary: Mikey smiled slowly, letting the thick, white smoke float from his open mouth.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author Note: Thanks to Silhouettes1 for beta-ing. Thanks to an old friend.
Mikey smiled slowly, letting the thick, white smoke float from his open mouth.
"Dude, you're really hot like that," Frank muttered, taking a hit from the joint.
"Oh yeah?" he asked. His body was more relaxed than it had been in a long time, and his mind was pleasantly fogged.
"Yeah."
They sat in silence; the only noises were their breaths as they sighed out the smoke. The air had a heavy, sweet scent to it. Mikey's brain felt heavy in his head, as heavy and sweet as the air in the basement.
Slowly, he became aware of a warm body next to his. He turned his head, eyes lazily focusing on Frank's face a little too close to his.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his words forming lethargically. Frank shook his head, and then there were lips on his own.
Mikey gasped, not sure if he should give into the lips. They felt so good, just like the warm tongue tracing his lips, and the soft hands caressing his face and neck.
"Mikey, stop thinking. Just let it happen," Frank mumbled against his lips, before moving to work on the boy's neck.
"But…." Mikey was cut off by a soft moan that escaped his throat when Frank nibbled at the skin.
"It feels good, right?" Frank asked, still kissing Mikey's neck.
"Mm-hmm," Mikey responded.
"Then let it happen."
By that point, Mikey was too lost to care. His mind wouldn't let him work out why this felt wrong, just the overriding sense that it felt really good.
So he let it.
From that point on, it was bliss.
It started slow. Kissing. Gasping. Licking. Nipping. That feel good? Oh yeah. Rubbing. Why's Frank doing this? Shirt off. Frank's shirt off. He's got a nice chest… Hips. Skin. Warmth. This does not feel right. But it feels so good.
Then it was moaning. More rubbing. Frank's mouth. God, that wonderful mouth. Pants off. Boxers off. Naked. Slurping, smiling, and Hazel eyes.
Oh god, more!
You sure?
Yes!
Rocking. Hands. Lube? Under the couch.
A finger. God, more! Alright.
Two fingers. Anticipation. Moaning. Groaning. Frank's crooked smile. Feels good, doesn't it? God, yes.
Yes! Whatever that was, do it again! God, Frank, please!
No fingers. Condom slipping on. Let me touch you. Okay. Mikey's hands on Frank's cock. Spreading lube over the latex. Penetration. One hard push. OH God, he's all the way in. Filled.
Thrusting. Rocking. Sweating. Clawing. More! Moist skin. Hot mouth. Frank's hands. Faster!
Kissing. Sliding. Touching. Harder, damn it! Positioning. Sweet spot. Hair pulling. Teeth clashing against teeth. Right there! Yes! Do it again!
Bliss.
Frank smiled when Mikey came, pushing into him even harder while the other boy's walls closed around his cock. He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, knowing he was teetering over the edge. Sure enough, three thrusts later he was toppling into his orgasm, moaning while he rode it out hard.
Exhausted, Frank collapsed onto Mikey's chest. The other boy was breathing hard, and knew that after sex like that he'd be extremely sore. He already had pain in between his hips.
They lay still for a few minutes, catching their breaths and calming down. Frank sat up and fumbled around, finding a box of tissues and wiping both of them up. Mikey closed his eyes. It had felt so wonderful, but he couldn't get over this foreboding feeling, like he'd just done something very, very wrong.
After a few moments of trying to gather his hazy thoughts, it hit him. Gerard.
Gerard was supposed to be the only one who made him feel like that. Slapping a hand to his forehead, Mikey groaned.
"Did you not enjoy that?" Frank asked, watching his friend wince as he sat up.
"I enjoyed it. But I shouldn't have," Mikey explained, staring straight ahead. He wasn't sure how this was going to go over with Gerard.
"Why not?" Frank asked, confused.
"Um… I kind of just cheated on somebody."
"Oh. Well, it's not like they have to know."
Mikey shook his head and stood up. He gathered his clothes together and began stepping into them.
"You leaving already?" Frank asked.
Mikey nodded. "I need to go think."
"Well, thanks for the good time," Frank called as Mikey heaved himself up the stairs. Hearing that made him feel… cheap, and dirty. He shook his head and headed out into the cold night air.
What the fuck did I just do?