MCR fic: By the Book
This is my first fic in six years. My first real creative writing done outside of RP of any length, really.
Title: By the Book
Fandom: MCR
Featuring: Mikey Way and Frank Iero
Rating: somewhere between R and NC-17
Summary: There’s a first time for everything. Sometimes you need a manual. [AU, ~3500 words]
Warnings: language, underage consensual m/m sex
Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction and in no way represents the personal life of any real individual.
Notes: This was kind of inspired by so_many_fandoms's random pairing/plot generator challenge. One of my prompts was Mikey Way/Frank Iero/first time. Sadly I missed the deadline, but I'm pretty happy with this fic. Thanks so much to lobsterclaaaws who egged me on to write this fic and beta'd it for me. This is my first MCR fic ever. I welcome comments and constructive criticism. Thanks! Also, the book referenced in this fic actually exists. Go ahead and look up page 95. Dare ya.
“Okay, I have it. I jacked it from the library.”
“You stole it? Why??”
“I didn’t want to check it out! You can walk up to the desk with that shit.”’
“How did you-no, nevermind. God we fail so hard,” Mikey muttered, grabbing the book from Frank’s backpack. “They really had this in the library?”
“Yeah. Not like, the one at school. The public one.” Frank sat down on the floor while Mikey stared at the book, The Joy of Gay Sex, like it might be the Holy Grail.
“Are we seriously using a book to have sex?”
“Hey, unless you know some obvious gay sex guru we can go ask. I will punch you in the face if you even MENTION your brother,” Frank growled. He did not want Gerard’s advice on the matter. What to do in the event of a zombie apocalypse? Sure. Sex? No. Never.
“Yeah, no. You’re right.” Mikey didn’t really want to ask Gerard either. He did not ever want to know the details of his older brother’s sex life, and he’d appreciate it if Gerard stayed out of his, too. Even if his didn’t really exist yet.
Mikey looked at the book again, thumb brushing over the grey cover. Sure, they’d seen the mechanics of it on TV and in porn, but both of them knew better than to think that was real or even feasible for two virgins in high school to manage. He just hadn’t realized there was a book about it. An illustrated one.
“Let me see it.” Frank snatched the book away while Mikey apparently got lost in thought - he hadn’t even opened it yet. “This was your idea, anyway.” Frank had totally been okay with the idea of fumbling around and figuring it out. They both knew what felt good so far, they made out a lot and had even managed dry sex just fine. What was the big deal about the next step?
“Neither of us knows what we’re doing,” Mikey insisted, shrugging his narrow shoulders. “What if it hurts?”
Frank glanced up. He’d been poring over the introduction in lieu of opening to the real part. The one with all the relevant information and the fucking pictures. “If it hurts, we’ll stop. Okay?” They’d flipped a coin earlier in the week to figure out who got to be on top first, and to decide who was going to get the book once they realized it actually existed. Frank smiled when Mikey did.
“Yeah. Okay.”
Mikey scooted closer, leaning against Frank’s side to see their options. The book seriously covered everything from Anal to Wrestling. What did wrestling have to do with-No, Mikey decided he didn’t want to get that far ahead yet. “Does it even cover…?”
“Yeah, here it is.” Frank found an entry for First Time in the book. “At least it’s alphabetical?”
“Shut up.” Mikey already felt weird enough needing a book for this. The way everyone talked about it, sex was so natural and intuitive no matter what kind of sex it was. Maybe he and Frank were just totally inept, or maybe this was his fault for wanting to be sure everything went okay. He’d lost the coin toss, after all.
“Are you sure you don’t want to skip ahead to kinky sex and licking? Oh, hey they cover toys-”
“Frank.”
“Okay, okay. I was kidding.” Mostly. Frank leaned over and kissed Mikey’s cheek, then his forehead in an attempt to soothe away the tragic eyebrows Mikey had going on. Frank flipped through the book until he found the page they’d been looking for. Mikey seemed content to let him do the reading, since he’d gone back to picking at his cuticles.
“Hey, they use ‘fuck’ and ‘cock’!” Frank almost giggled, not sure why it amused him so much. He’d been expecting something a lot more… academic or high-brow or something. “Wow this is detailed. And they seriously use the terms ‘pitcher and catcher’.”
“They do not.” Mikey looked up and eyed Frank suspiciously.
Frank just nodded. “It also says I should make you wait to come.”
“It does not.”
“It does! Right there.” Frank pointed emphatically at page 95 and even held the book out so Mikey could read it himself.
Mikey stared at the page, biting his bottom lip. Frank wasn’t kidding; the book was pretty detailed. He ignored the fact that the next article covered fisting and he seriously hoped Frank wouldn’t get any ideas. His teeth worried the skin on the inside of his lip, peeling it off until Frank touched his mouth.
“Hey. You really want to do this?”
They had been talking about it for weeks. Part of Mikey just wanted to get it over with but he knew that probably wasn’t the best way to look at his first time, especially with Frank. Besides, if they did it like that he was sure there was a chance one of them would really get hurt. It seemed like sex was easier to fuck up than it was to get just right. Mikey realized he hadn’t answered and Frank was still waiting.
“Yeah. I do.”
Frank nodded and leaned forward. He kissed Mikey gently. “Wanna go like… take a shower or something? And I’ll finish reading.” And then, maybe, they would see if this worked. Mikey considered the idea for a moment, then nodded and got up. Frank watched him go and then looked down at the book again. He’d finished reading the first time part so he flipped through, looking at other articles. He lingered for a while on the one about male sexual response. They seriously didn’t cover this shit in health class, not in this kind of detail, anyway. Frank was extremely pleased to learn that he could, potentially, have two orgasms pretty close together. Maybe he’d try it after he and Mikey got the hang of everything.
Absorbed in reading, Frank didn’t notice Mikey was back until he heard the bedroom door shut. He looked up, and Mikey stood there in just a towel. Wet. Frank forgot completely about the book and it fell out of his lap as he stood up. He felt like he should say something but he had nothing.
Frank’s mouth hung open and Mikey decided that counted as an invitation so he crossed the room and kissed him. It went from careful and planned to insistent and porn worthy (as far as Frank was concerned) in under ten seconds. Frank grabbed Mikey’s hips, fingers digging into the fold of the towel while Mikey’s hair dripped all over them.
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“Okay, just - yeah, breathe. Mikey, you’re holding your breath.” Frank pulled his fingers out and smacked Mikey’s thigh.
“Ow! Fuck you, I was breathing.” Mikey frowned and shifted a little. He had been, right? Frank didn’t believe him though. “Why’d you stop?”
“You were holding your breath! And that made you like… all tense. I couldn’t… you know.” Frank made a thrusting gesture with his fingers that was just obscene enough to make Mikey blush. “So like, relax. Okay?”
“Okay.” Mikey took a deep and deliberate breath, then let it go slowly and settled down on the bed again. They had decided to try starting with missionary, though Frank insisted the book made other suggestions. Mikey wanted to be able to see Frank’s face, though, and since Frank was shorter than him the whole do-it-from-behind-thing just wasn’t going to work out. They’d worked up to two fingers, but Frank kept insisting he was too tight. Mikey wasn’t sure how to fix that and his erection was almost gone. Frank figured out a solution. He’d read it in the book.
“O-oh, fuck. Frankie-” Mikey pushed up onto his elbows, staring when Frank started to suck his dick. That helped, almost instantly, and Mikey swore he could feel the blood rushing back where it belonged.
Frank would’ve smiled if he didn’t have his mouth full, so to make up for it he pulled his head up with a nice slow suck, then sank right back down on Mikey’s cock. They’d given each other blow jobs before, and Frank liked to think he was pretty fucking good at it, if the hand now locked in his hair was any indication. Frank wanted this to be good for Mikey, they’d been waiting to take this step and he didn’t want to fuck it up by being impatient. He moaned when he finally felt Mikey relax, letting his fingers slip deeper.
“Oh my God.” Frank groaned after he pulled his head up and rested it against Mikey’s thigh. He heard Mikey’s voice echo his sentiment and he wondered if they should wait longer. He tried to curl his fingers a little, desperately attempting to remember the stupid diagrams he’d seen in health class. Would it feel good? Everything he’d read so far said touching the prostate was awesome. The book on the floor confirmed it. But how did he know-
“Fuck. Frank what-oh fuck what did you do…! Don’t… uhm… it’s good. Shit.” Mikey jerked his hips, looking distressed for a second. It felt good; he just hadn’t been expecting that. Wow. Mikey glanced down and tried to smile when he realized Frank was frozen in place. “No, it’s okay, I just… don’t stop?”
Mikey winced - that sounded like the most tentative attempt at dirty talk anyone had made ever. He meant it, though. He didn’t want Frank to stop or think he’d hurt him.
“Do you think you’re ready…?” Frank didn’t want to sound pushy but his cock was dying, and had been since Mikey walked in wearing just a fucking towel and dripping wet from the shower.
Mikey wet his lips, suddenly thinking about it way too much. He nodded. “Yeah, I think so.” It was hard not to agree when Frank started stroking his dick like that.
Frank pulled away slowly and used some tissues to clean his fingers off. Since he’d been the one that had to get the book, Mikey had been the one that had to go buy condoms. Frank wished he’d been there to see Mikey’s face. He could just picture Mikey standing there in the family planning aisle, staring at the wall of condoms, lube, and pregnancy tests all the while dreading that someone would appear and ask if he needed help finding anything. Frank's face broke into a wide grin when he saw the yellow box. “Ribbed, huh?”
“Shut the fuck up.” Mikey’s face burned. “There’s like a million fucking different kinds.”
“Right?” Frank laughed and leaned forward to kiss him. Mikey bit his lip, actually holding on to the lip ring with his teeth to force Frank to stay right there for a second longer. Somehow, Frank managed to get the foil wrapper open and roll the condom on without pulling away. He might have practiced that move on bananas a few times.
Frank positioned himself between Mikey’s legs again, leaning over him for another kiss. “You’re sure about this?”
“Stop trying to talk me out of it,” Mikey muttered, smiling a little. Yeah he felt nervous again, but he still didn’t want to stop and if Frank asked him one more time, he might say yes. Thankfully, Frank just nodded and put more lube on himself.
The position wasn’t the easiest and now Frank understood why some porn featured pillows under the bottom’s hips. Apparently angling was a little easier. He held the base of his dick in one hand and Mikey’s thigh in the other. He wanted to watch Mikey’s face but he also wanted to pay attention to what he was doing. Frank bit his lip in concentration as he pushed in, slowly. It was almost painful to go so slow, the memory of how hot Mikey felt in there still fresh in his memory. He tried to remind himself to keep breathing and he stopped when he felt Mikey get tense, waited, and then pushed forward a little more. It never went this slow in porn, did it?
Frank had to stop four times - he fucking counted them - before he was finally, finally, all the way in. He hadn’t even realized it until his hips ran into Mikey. The position made Mikey feel kind of bony. His eyes snapped up to Mikey’s face, afraid that he’d hurt him somehow. But Mikey didn’t look hurt. Mikey looked fucking gorgeous. Frank almost forgot how bad his dick ached.
Mikey lay there, panting and trying to wrap his head around the fact that this was really happening. With Frank. He felt full and it was kind of uncomfortable, now that he really thought about it. It felt like Frank wouldn’t - didn’t - fit. Maybe he should’ve told Frank to finger him more but it hadn’t even occurred to him to ask. He wanted to move, to try and see if they could make it better but he didn’t want to risk making it worse. It didn’t hurt at least.
“A-are you okay?” Frank tried to keep it together, tried not to sound like he was clenching his jaw but he totally was. All this time he’d been telling Mikey to relax and now he couldn’t do it himself. He was afraid that if he relaxed he’d go on autopilot and mess everything up.
Mikey tried to answer, swallowed, then tried again. “Yeah. You can-I mean, if you want-”
“Yeah.” Thank fucking God. Frank leaned over Mikey, one hand pressed to the bed and the other still holding Mikey’s thigh. Even with Mikey’s permission it took Frank a few seconds to really accept he could do it. He drew back, just a little, and pushed in again. Frank exhaled heavily and tried again, and again. Yeah, he could totally do this all the fucking time.
Frank watched Mikey’s face, stared at him, because he almost couldn’t believe this was happening, and who it was happening with. That, and he wanted to make sure he wasn’t hurting Mikey. The book had been really fucking clear about stuff like that. The book also said they should talk to each other but Frank felt like he might choke if he tried, and the way Mikey was moaning was good enough feedback for him.
The blush that started in Mikey’s face spread over his pale chest. He felt too hot, and like he couldn’t breathe fast enough but he didn’t want Frank to stop what he was doing. It still felt kind of uncomfortable but he could ignore that because fuck it felt good when he tipped his hips. Mikey grabbed Frank’s arm and groaned in frustration when Frank suddenly went still.
“Don’t stop!” he hissed, pushing his hips toward Frank. “I… it’s… just like that Frank, what you were doing.”
“What was I doing?” Frank tried not to sound at all distressed. Seriously, what had he been doing?? Frank struggled to remember. He was pretty sure he’d forgotten algebra, too.
“That!”
“’That’ is not helpful!” Frank insisted, giving a frustrated thrust of his hips. Maybe he shouldn’t have done that - he immediately regretted it and looked to see if Mikey was okay.
Mikey’s breath caught in his throat and he gripped Frank’s arm tighter and shoved his hips up again. “Yes.” That, that was what he’d meant. Mikey couldn’t articulate it, he wasn’t even entirely sure why it felt so good, but it did, and he didn’t want it to stop.
“Oh…” Frank was mesmerized. He’d never really seen Mikey like this before. It was different when they rubbed together, or jacked each other off. And his view wasn’t that great when he gave Mikey blow jobs. He could see everything. “This was a good idea,” he mumbled, meaning Mikey’s choice in position.
“Frank… please, move.”
Frank wasn’t sure how he could have forgotten that part, but Mikey didn’t need to tell him twice. It got easier after that, now that they were both on the same page. Mikey had obviously stopped worrying and Frank let his instincts get the better of him. Maybe the finesse had been a mystery but the mechanics were definitely fucking clear and he wasn’t about to question what felt so fucking good. Now and again Mikey would get tighter and Frank felt like he’d fucking lose it.
Then he did.
Frank shuddered, head hanging as he pushed harder. He used his grip on Mikey’s thigh to drag him into each thrust as the tight feeling in his stomach built and ripped loose. Frank didn’t think he’d ever come so hard in his fucking life as he did right then, a few strangled cusses falling out of his mouth.
It took a few seconds for his hips to stop moving, like they’d gotten stuck in the momentum. Frank panted, hair clinging to his sweaty face. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to pull the scattered pieces of his mind back together. Fuck. He almost forgot - almost fucking forgot - Mikey was there until he felt someone touch his face.
Mikey pushed Frank’s hair back, his breath still tight. Frank didn’t really see the glow he’d expected or hoped to see, and wondered if he’d done something wrong. Then Mikey dragged Frank’s hand off his thigh and to his still-hard cock.
“Oh,” Frank breathed, dropping his head to kiss Mikey’s damp chest. It took Frank a second to curl his fingers around Mikey’s dick, stroking slowly at first.
Then he stopped again. “Wait, hold on.”
Frank pulled out slowly, holding on to the condom. How much would it suck if it came off? Not because he was really worried about either of them being diseased, but mostly because then he would have to get it out of poor Mikey. Somehow he managed to make his legs work long enough to get up and throw the used latex out in the trash can by Mikey’s desk, then collapsed back into bed. But he didn’t forget his mission. Frank grabbed the KY and slicked his fingers again. This time he really watched Mikey’s face as he pushed two in. It seemed so easy this time.
“Frank… holy-fuck…” Mikey pushed closer and reached down to wrap his hand around his cock. He needed to come, he really fucking needed it. Frank pushed his hand away and replaced it with his mouth before Mikey could really form an articulate protest. He couldn’t help the next desperate push of his hips - Frank’s mouth was slick and hot and fuck his fingers were pressing up against that spot.
Mikey grabbed the back of Frank’s head, forgetting any notion he had of getting through this with any kind of grace or coherence. He always tried to warn Frank when he was going to come, but it happened too suddenly this time, almost forced out of him the next time Frank’s fingers pressed up. Mikey gasped sharply, legs tight against Frank’s sides for a second. Then he dropped back, boneless on the bed and panting.
Frank lifted his head slowly and plucked a few tissues out of the box to spit into. He’d never really swallowed before and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. He let the balled up tissues drop on the floor and dropped to the bed against Mikey’s side. Frank grinned and pushed his face against Mikey’s shoulder, listening to Mikey catch his breath.
“You talk a-fucking-lot Mikeyway,” he mumbled against Mikey’s skin. “Like, more than ever.”
Mikey pushed Frank’s head. “Fuck you. I felt like… you know… you can’t like read my mind. And the book said-”
“I think I fucking love the book.”
Mikey rolled his eyes. “So now it was a good idea?”
“Uh huh. Oh, hey. Are you okay?” Frank pushed himself up so he could see Mikey’s face.
Mikey nodded a little. “Yeah, I mean… I still feel kinda weird. Sore? But I’m okay. It felt good,” he added in a hurry, wanting to reassure Frank when he saw his eyebrows draw in.
“Really?” Frank still felt guilty for kind of going so fast at the end.
“Really.” Mikey leaned closer and gave Frank a kiss that was as slow and reassuring as he could make it. When it was over he touched their foreheads together. “You were awesome, Frankie.”
“I’m still fucking awesome.”
Mikey grinned and shook his head. “Yeah you are.”
Frank was quiet for a second, then asked, “So my turn next, right?”
Title: By the Book
Fandom: MCR
Featuring: Mikey Way and Frank Iero
Rating: somewhere between R and NC-17
Summary: There’s a first time for everything. Sometimes you need a manual. [AU, ~3500 words]
Warnings: language, underage consensual m/m sex
Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction and in no way represents the personal life of any real individual.
Notes: This was kind of inspired by so_many_fandoms's random pairing/plot generator challenge. One of my prompts was Mikey Way/Frank Iero/first time. Sadly I missed the deadline, but I'm pretty happy with this fic. Thanks so much to lobsterclaaaws who egged me on to write this fic and beta'd it for me. This is my first MCR fic ever. I welcome comments and constructive criticism. Thanks! Also, the book referenced in this fic actually exists. Go ahead and look up page 95. Dare ya.
“Okay, I have it. I jacked it from the library.”
“You stole it? Why??”
“I didn’t want to check it out! You can walk up to the desk with that shit.”’
“How did you-no, nevermind. God we fail so hard,” Mikey muttered, grabbing the book from Frank’s backpack. “They really had this in the library?”
“Yeah. Not like, the one at school. The public one.” Frank sat down on the floor while Mikey stared at the book, The Joy of Gay Sex, like it might be the Holy Grail.
“Are we seriously using a book to have sex?”
“Hey, unless you know some obvious gay sex guru we can go ask. I will punch you in the face if you even MENTION your brother,” Frank growled. He did not want Gerard’s advice on the matter. What to do in the event of a zombie apocalypse? Sure. Sex? No. Never.
“Yeah, no. You’re right.” Mikey didn’t really want to ask Gerard either. He did not ever want to know the details of his older brother’s sex life, and he’d appreciate it if Gerard stayed out of his, too. Even if his didn’t really exist yet.
Mikey looked at the book again, thumb brushing over the grey cover. Sure, they’d seen the mechanics of it on TV and in porn, but both of them knew better than to think that was real or even feasible for two virgins in high school to manage. He just hadn’t realized there was a book about it. An illustrated one.
“Let me see it.” Frank snatched the book away while Mikey apparently got lost in thought - he hadn’t even opened it yet. “This was your idea, anyway.” Frank had totally been okay with the idea of fumbling around and figuring it out. They both knew what felt good so far, they made out a lot and had even managed dry sex just fine. What was the big deal about the next step?
“Neither of us knows what we’re doing,” Mikey insisted, shrugging his narrow shoulders. “What if it hurts?”
Frank glanced up. He’d been poring over the introduction in lieu of opening to the real part. The one with all the relevant information and the fucking pictures. “If it hurts, we’ll stop. Okay?” They’d flipped a coin earlier in the week to figure out who got to be on top first, and to decide who was going to get the book once they realized it actually existed. Frank smiled when Mikey did.
“Yeah. Okay.”
Mikey scooted closer, leaning against Frank’s side to see their options. The book seriously covered everything from Anal to Wrestling. What did wrestling have to do with-No, Mikey decided he didn’t want to get that far ahead yet. “Does it even cover…?”
“Yeah, here it is.” Frank found an entry for First Time in the book. “At least it’s alphabetical?”
“Shut up.” Mikey already felt weird enough needing a book for this. The way everyone talked about it, sex was so natural and intuitive no matter what kind of sex it was. Maybe he and Frank were just totally inept, or maybe this was his fault for wanting to be sure everything went okay. He’d lost the coin toss, after all.
“Are you sure you don’t want to skip ahead to kinky sex and licking? Oh, hey they cover toys-”
“Frank.”
“Okay, okay. I was kidding.” Mostly. Frank leaned over and kissed Mikey’s cheek, then his forehead in an attempt to soothe away the tragic eyebrows Mikey had going on. Frank flipped through the book until he found the page they’d been looking for. Mikey seemed content to let him do the reading, since he’d gone back to picking at his cuticles.
“Hey, they use ‘fuck’ and ‘cock’!” Frank almost giggled, not sure why it amused him so much. He’d been expecting something a lot more… academic or high-brow or something. “Wow this is detailed. And they seriously use the terms ‘pitcher and catcher’.”
“They do not.” Mikey looked up and eyed Frank suspiciously.
Frank just nodded. “It also says I should make you wait to come.”
“It does not.”
“It does! Right there.” Frank pointed emphatically at page 95 and even held the book out so Mikey could read it himself.
Mikey stared at the page, biting his bottom lip. Frank wasn’t kidding; the book was pretty detailed. He ignored the fact that the next article covered fisting and he seriously hoped Frank wouldn’t get any ideas. His teeth worried the skin on the inside of his lip, peeling it off until Frank touched his mouth.
“Hey. You really want to do this?”
They had been talking about it for weeks. Part of Mikey just wanted to get it over with but he knew that probably wasn’t the best way to look at his first time, especially with Frank. Besides, if they did it like that he was sure there was a chance one of them would really get hurt. It seemed like sex was easier to fuck up than it was to get just right. Mikey realized he hadn’t answered and Frank was still waiting.
“Yeah. I do.”
Frank nodded and leaned forward. He kissed Mikey gently. “Wanna go like… take a shower or something? And I’ll finish reading.” And then, maybe, they would see if this worked. Mikey considered the idea for a moment, then nodded and got up. Frank watched him go and then looked down at the book again. He’d finished reading the first time part so he flipped through, looking at other articles. He lingered for a while on the one about male sexual response. They seriously didn’t cover this shit in health class, not in this kind of detail, anyway. Frank was extremely pleased to learn that he could, potentially, have two orgasms pretty close together. Maybe he’d try it after he and Mikey got the hang of everything.
Absorbed in reading, Frank didn’t notice Mikey was back until he heard the bedroom door shut. He looked up, and Mikey stood there in just a towel. Wet. Frank forgot completely about the book and it fell out of his lap as he stood up. He felt like he should say something but he had nothing.
Frank’s mouth hung open and Mikey decided that counted as an invitation so he crossed the room and kissed him. It went from careful and planned to insistent and porn worthy (as far as Frank was concerned) in under ten seconds. Frank grabbed Mikey’s hips, fingers digging into the fold of the towel while Mikey’s hair dripped all over them.
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“Okay, just - yeah, breathe. Mikey, you’re holding your breath.” Frank pulled his fingers out and smacked Mikey’s thigh.
“Ow! Fuck you, I was breathing.” Mikey frowned and shifted a little. He had been, right? Frank didn’t believe him though. “Why’d you stop?”
“You were holding your breath! And that made you like… all tense. I couldn’t… you know.” Frank made a thrusting gesture with his fingers that was just obscene enough to make Mikey blush. “So like, relax. Okay?”
“Okay.” Mikey took a deep and deliberate breath, then let it go slowly and settled down on the bed again. They had decided to try starting with missionary, though Frank insisted the book made other suggestions. Mikey wanted to be able to see Frank’s face, though, and since Frank was shorter than him the whole do-it-from-behind-thing just wasn’t going to work out. They’d worked up to two fingers, but Frank kept insisting he was too tight. Mikey wasn’t sure how to fix that and his erection was almost gone. Frank figured out a solution. He’d read it in the book.
“O-oh, fuck. Frankie-” Mikey pushed up onto his elbows, staring when Frank started to suck his dick. That helped, almost instantly, and Mikey swore he could feel the blood rushing back where it belonged.
Frank would’ve smiled if he didn’t have his mouth full, so to make up for it he pulled his head up with a nice slow suck, then sank right back down on Mikey’s cock. They’d given each other blow jobs before, and Frank liked to think he was pretty fucking good at it, if the hand now locked in his hair was any indication. Frank wanted this to be good for Mikey, they’d been waiting to take this step and he didn’t want to fuck it up by being impatient. He moaned when he finally felt Mikey relax, letting his fingers slip deeper.
“Oh my God.” Frank groaned after he pulled his head up and rested it against Mikey’s thigh. He heard Mikey’s voice echo his sentiment and he wondered if they should wait longer. He tried to curl his fingers a little, desperately attempting to remember the stupid diagrams he’d seen in health class. Would it feel good? Everything he’d read so far said touching the prostate was awesome. The book on the floor confirmed it. But how did he know-
“Fuck. Frank what-oh fuck what did you do…! Don’t… uhm… it’s good. Shit.” Mikey jerked his hips, looking distressed for a second. It felt good; he just hadn’t been expecting that. Wow. Mikey glanced down and tried to smile when he realized Frank was frozen in place. “No, it’s okay, I just… don’t stop?”
Mikey winced - that sounded like the most tentative attempt at dirty talk anyone had made ever. He meant it, though. He didn’t want Frank to stop or think he’d hurt him.
“Do you think you’re ready…?” Frank didn’t want to sound pushy but his cock was dying, and had been since Mikey walked in wearing just a fucking towel and dripping wet from the shower.
Mikey wet his lips, suddenly thinking about it way too much. He nodded. “Yeah, I think so.” It was hard not to agree when Frank started stroking his dick like that.
Frank pulled away slowly and used some tissues to clean his fingers off. Since he’d been the one that had to get the book, Mikey had been the one that had to go buy condoms. Frank wished he’d been there to see Mikey’s face. He could just picture Mikey standing there in the family planning aisle, staring at the wall of condoms, lube, and pregnancy tests all the while dreading that someone would appear and ask if he needed help finding anything. Frank's face broke into a wide grin when he saw the yellow box. “Ribbed, huh?”
“Shut the fuck up.” Mikey’s face burned. “There’s like a million fucking different kinds.”
“Right?” Frank laughed and leaned forward to kiss him. Mikey bit his lip, actually holding on to the lip ring with his teeth to force Frank to stay right there for a second longer. Somehow, Frank managed to get the foil wrapper open and roll the condom on without pulling away. He might have practiced that move on bananas a few times.
Frank positioned himself between Mikey’s legs again, leaning over him for another kiss. “You’re sure about this?”
“Stop trying to talk me out of it,” Mikey muttered, smiling a little. Yeah he felt nervous again, but he still didn’t want to stop and if Frank asked him one more time, he might say yes. Thankfully, Frank just nodded and put more lube on himself.
The position wasn’t the easiest and now Frank understood why some porn featured pillows under the bottom’s hips. Apparently angling was a little easier. He held the base of his dick in one hand and Mikey’s thigh in the other. He wanted to watch Mikey’s face but he also wanted to pay attention to what he was doing. Frank bit his lip in concentration as he pushed in, slowly. It was almost painful to go so slow, the memory of how hot Mikey felt in there still fresh in his memory. He tried to remind himself to keep breathing and he stopped when he felt Mikey get tense, waited, and then pushed forward a little more. It never went this slow in porn, did it?
Frank had to stop four times - he fucking counted them - before he was finally, finally, all the way in. He hadn’t even realized it until his hips ran into Mikey. The position made Mikey feel kind of bony. His eyes snapped up to Mikey’s face, afraid that he’d hurt him somehow. But Mikey didn’t look hurt. Mikey looked fucking gorgeous. Frank almost forgot how bad his dick ached.
Mikey lay there, panting and trying to wrap his head around the fact that this was really happening. With Frank. He felt full and it was kind of uncomfortable, now that he really thought about it. It felt like Frank wouldn’t - didn’t - fit. Maybe he should’ve told Frank to finger him more but it hadn’t even occurred to him to ask. He wanted to move, to try and see if they could make it better but he didn’t want to risk making it worse. It didn’t hurt at least.
“A-are you okay?” Frank tried to keep it together, tried not to sound like he was clenching his jaw but he totally was. All this time he’d been telling Mikey to relax and now he couldn’t do it himself. He was afraid that if he relaxed he’d go on autopilot and mess everything up.
Mikey tried to answer, swallowed, then tried again. “Yeah. You can-I mean, if you want-”
“Yeah.” Thank fucking God. Frank leaned over Mikey, one hand pressed to the bed and the other still holding Mikey’s thigh. Even with Mikey’s permission it took Frank a few seconds to really accept he could do it. He drew back, just a little, and pushed in again. Frank exhaled heavily and tried again, and again. Yeah, he could totally do this all the fucking time.
Frank watched Mikey’s face, stared at him, because he almost couldn’t believe this was happening, and who it was happening with. That, and he wanted to make sure he wasn’t hurting Mikey. The book had been really fucking clear about stuff like that. The book also said they should talk to each other but Frank felt like he might choke if he tried, and the way Mikey was moaning was good enough feedback for him.
The blush that started in Mikey’s face spread over his pale chest. He felt too hot, and like he couldn’t breathe fast enough but he didn’t want Frank to stop what he was doing. It still felt kind of uncomfortable but he could ignore that because fuck it felt good when he tipped his hips. Mikey grabbed Frank’s arm and groaned in frustration when Frank suddenly went still.
“Don’t stop!” he hissed, pushing his hips toward Frank. “I… it’s… just like that Frank, what you were doing.”
“What was I doing?” Frank tried not to sound at all distressed. Seriously, what had he been doing?? Frank struggled to remember. He was pretty sure he’d forgotten algebra, too.
“That!”
“’That’ is not helpful!” Frank insisted, giving a frustrated thrust of his hips. Maybe he shouldn’t have done that - he immediately regretted it and looked to see if Mikey was okay.
Mikey’s breath caught in his throat and he gripped Frank’s arm tighter and shoved his hips up again. “Yes.” That, that was what he’d meant. Mikey couldn’t articulate it, he wasn’t even entirely sure why it felt so good, but it did, and he didn’t want it to stop.
“Oh…” Frank was mesmerized. He’d never really seen Mikey like this before. It was different when they rubbed together, or jacked each other off. And his view wasn’t that great when he gave Mikey blow jobs. He could see everything. “This was a good idea,” he mumbled, meaning Mikey’s choice in position.
“Frank… please, move.”
Frank wasn’t sure how he could have forgotten that part, but Mikey didn’t need to tell him twice. It got easier after that, now that they were both on the same page. Mikey had obviously stopped worrying and Frank let his instincts get the better of him. Maybe the finesse had been a mystery but the mechanics were definitely fucking clear and he wasn’t about to question what felt so fucking good. Now and again Mikey would get tighter and Frank felt like he’d fucking lose it.
Then he did.
Frank shuddered, head hanging as he pushed harder. He used his grip on Mikey’s thigh to drag him into each thrust as the tight feeling in his stomach built and ripped loose. Frank didn’t think he’d ever come so hard in his fucking life as he did right then, a few strangled cusses falling out of his mouth.
It took a few seconds for his hips to stop moving, like they’d gotten stuck in the momentum. Frank panted, hair clinging to his sweaty face. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to pull the scattered pieces of his mind back together. Fuck. He almost forgot - almost fucking forgot - Mikey was there until he felt someone touch his face.
Mikey pushed Frank’s hair back, his breath still tight. Frank didn’t really see the glow he’d expected or hoped to see, and wondered if he’d done something wrong. Then Mikey dragged Frank’s hand off his thigh and to his still-hard cock.
“Oh,” Frank breathed, dropping his head to kiss Mikey’s damp chest. It took Frank a second to curl his fingers around Mikey’s dick, stroking slowly at first.
Then he stopped again. “Wait, hold on.”
Frank pulled out slowly, holding on to the condom. How much would it suck if it came off? Not because he was really worried about either of them being diseased, but mostly because then he would have to get it out of poor Mikey. Somehow he managed to make his legs work long enough to get up and throw the used latex out in the trash can by Mikey’s desk, then collapsed back into bed. But he didn’t forget his mission. Frank grabbed the KY and slicked his fingers again. This time he really watched Mikey’s face as he pushed two in. It seemed so easy this time.
“Frank… holy-fuck…” Mikey pushed closer and reached down to wrap his hand around his cock. He needed to come, he really fucking needed it. Frank pushed his hand away and replaced it with his mouth before Mikey could really form an articulate protest. He couldn’t help the next desperate push of his hips - Frank’s mouth was slick and hot and fuck his fingers were pressing up against that spot.
Mikey grabbed the back of Frank’s head, forgetting any notion he had of getting through this with any kind of grace or coherence. He always tried to warn Frank when he was going to come, but it happened too suddenly this time, almost forced out of him the next time Frank’s fingers pressed up. Mikey gasped sharply, legs tight against Frank’s sides for a second. Then he dropped back, boneless on the bed and panting.
Frank lifted his head slowly and plucked a few tissues out of the box to spit into. He’d never really swallowed before and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. He let the balled up tissues drop on the floor and dropped to the bed against Mikey’s side. Frank grinned and pushed his face against Mikey’s shoulder, listening to Mikey catch his breath.
“You talk a-fucking-lot Mikeyway,” he mumbled against Mikey’s skin. “Like, more than ever.”
Mikey pushed Frank’s head. “Fuck you. I felt like… you know… you can’t like read my mind. And the book said-”
“I think I fucking love the book.”
Mikey rolled his eyes. “So now it was a good idea?”
“Uh huh. Oh, hey. Are you okay?” Frank pushed himself up so he could see Mikey’s face.
Mikey nodded a little. “Yeah, I mean… I still feel kinda weird. Sore? But I’m okay. It felt good,” he added in a hurry, wanting to reassure Frank when he saw his eyebrows draw in.
“Really?” Frank still felt guilty for kind of going so fast at the end.
“Really.” Mikey leaned closer and gave Frank a kiss that was as slow and reassuring as he could make it. When it was over he touched their foreheads together. “You were awesome, Frankie.”
“I’m still fucking awesome.”
Mikey grinned and shook his head. “Yeah you are.”
Frank was quiet for a second, then asked, “So my turn next, right?”