Scandinavian Hands (8/??)
Title:Scandinavian Hands
Author: i_am_a_werewolf
Rating: PG13 (maybe)
Pairing: Mikey/Bob with a side of Gerard Lyn-Z because not all het sex is gross
POV: MikeyWay 1st person
Summary: Highschool AU in which Bob and Mikey have gym together, Bob is snarky, and speaks Norwegian (It's better than the summary makes it sound)
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize isn't mine. Also, if you googled yourself to get here, I'm thinking you have problems, so I'm not going to tell you to go back, because you brought this upon yourself.
I must have looked ridiculous. Frank insisted I wear the blind fold until he said I could take it off. That meant I had to sit in the backseat of Ray’s car while he drove to I don’t know where, then Frank and Ray had to help me out and walk me to wherever so I wouldn’t trip or walk into anyone. Then there was the waiting.
I was sure we were waiting in a line, but at the time, I couldn’t be too sure. A couple people had asked why I was blind folded, and I told them ‘because my friends are assholes.’ Also, I think someone took a picture.
Which leads to now. I’m currently standing on an ugly blue carpet, wearing one shoe, Frank’s handkerchief around my neck, holding a pair of roller skates. Frank and Ray have already darted off somewhere to put on their blades. Frank had shouted, “I wanna be in the races!” But it didn’t suppress the urge I got to strangle him.
Ray rolls up to me. “You can’t just stand there.” He grabs my hand and tugs me forward. What is it with my friends pulling me places today? I shake his grip off, but follow behind him I limp slightly due to only wearing one shoe.
“Change your footwear and I’ll play you a game of air hockey. If you can manage to stand.” Ray grins at me, sitting on the bench portion of the table, watching me slip my shoe off.
“I’m not all that coordinated on my feet, what makes you think this will be any better?” I ask, sliding one skate on after the other, then going back to tie them. Ray just shrugs. My friends really do want to kill me.
After our rousing game of air hockey, which involved me almost falling on my ass three times, me actually falling on my ass once, and me getting hit in the fingers with the puck a whopping four times, Ray and I head back to our table. The races have already finished, so when we get there Frank is complaining about getting his ass beat by a girl. Serves him right. Wait . . . who is he complaining to?
“Gerard?” Both he and Frank look up, each with a grin. I just scowl. My own brother was in on this, too.
“Don’t look so upset Fratellino. You were dragged out here to have fun, not grumble.” I stick my tongue out at him.
“I have nachos!” Someone singsongs, and I see a graceful sideways slide to our table, followed by two plates of nachos, and two drinks being placed on the table top. Our server: Lyn-Z. I should have known; Gerard did say he was going to being with her this weekend.
Lyn-Z plops down in the space next to my brother and Ray and I sit next to Frank.
“So, has Frank told you how I just beat him in the race? I was the only girl in our age group, and I beat him. By a good ten seconds.” Frank doesn’t say anything in response, just runs in fingers over one of the drink cups and flicks the condensation in her direction.
***
I have learned the hard way that skating in skinny jeans isn’t the easiest thing to do. And when you put stuff in the pockets of those skinny jeans, it starts creeping over the line into painful.
With my new knowledge, I roll, fairly slowly, back to the table to deposit the crap in my pockets. My cell phone goes in my shoe with my wallet and all other contents. Then I drape my jacket over it all.
I curse under my breath as I almost fall, going down the two steps that lead back to the rink. I silently thank God for railing. Next to me, a little girl doesn’t quite have the same luck as me. She lands, albeit not hard, on her butt.
I lean forward and down and gently help her back to her feet. She looks up at me, rushes through a quick ‘thanks mister’ and hurries clumsily away.
I’m about to take off myself, when a set of hands catch my hips and hold me in place. My eyes widen. Frank, Ray and Lyn-Z are all skating and Gerard went to the bathroom. Probably to mess with his hair. It’s really sad, considering I’m the gay one. A chest being pressed to my back quickly brings my thoughts back to my current situation.
The firm hands still hold my hips in place and warm breath ghosts across my ear, making me shiver. Fuck. This cannot be happening. Where are my friends?
“Du ser så nydelig.” I can’t figure heads or tales of the sentence, but it’s said with slight fondness, I think, so I decide I’m not just going to die, I’m going to be raped, too.
“Så nydelig,” the voice, husky, definitely male, says again, lips brushing my earlobe. I shiver again and the hands on my hips tighten. I should fight back, yell, draw attention to myself, but I can’t bring my body to listen to my brain.
“Bein, hofter, bryst, ansikt, hud.” Lips kiss my neck, and I squeeze my eyes shut. I never thought I was going to be raped. I have always been so careful, so cautious, and now, in less than five minutes, all of my precautions will be worth nothing.
“Og det er min.” The last word sounds familiar. Min. Bob told me it means ‘my’ in Icelandic. Bob! How am I going to tell him I was raped? I might not even get out of this alive to tell him!
“Min, min, min.” This guy is calling me his! No. Okay body, start fighting back!
“Meg Vakker.” Lips touch my neck again.
“Fuck. Bob?” I squeeze my eyes shut tighter. I really hope I’m right. Instead of an answer, the lips are back on my neck.
My body finally catches up to the order my brain made, and I turn, pulling the hands from my hips. I think that alone is an accomplishment considering these skates weight about five pounds each. I ready myself, preparing in case this is some creepy old guy who really wants to have his way with me.
Instead of the old creeper I had promised myself would be there, I see sparkling blue eyes and a wide smile. Bob.
The next thing I do it smack him.
So, rough translation:
Du ser så nydelig - you are so lovely
så nydelig - so lovely
Bein, hofter, bryst, ansikt, hud - legs, hips, chest, face, skin
Og det er min - and it is mine
Min, min, min - mine, mine, mine
Author: i_am_a_werewolf
Rating: PG13 (maybe)
Pairing: Mikey/Bob with a side of Gerard Lyn-Z because not all het sex is gross
POV: MikeyWay 1st person
Summary: Highschool AU in which Bob and Mikey have gym together, Bob is snarky, and speaks Norwegian (It's better than the summary makes it sound)
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize isn't mine. Also, if you googled yourself to get here, I'm thinking you have problems, so I'm not going to tell you to go back, because you brought this upon yourself.
I must have looked ridiculous. Frank insisted I wear the blind fold until he said I could take it off. That meant I had to sit in the backseat of Ray’s car while he drove to I don’t know where, then Frank and Ray had to help me out and walk me to wherever so I wouldn’t trip or walk into anyone. Then there was the waiting.
I was sure we were waiting in a line, but at the time, I couldn’t be too sure. A couple people had asked why I was blind folded, and I told them ‘because my friends are assholes.’ Also, I think someone took a picture.
Which leads to now. I’m currently standing on an ugly blue carpet, wearing one shoe, Frank’s handkerchief around my neck, holding a pair of roller skates. Frank and Ray have already darted off somewhere to put on their blades. Frank had shouted, “I wanna be in the races!” But it didn’t suppress the urge I got to strangle him.
Ray rolls up to me. “You can’t just stand there.” He grabs my hand and tugs me forward. What is it with my friends pulling me places today? I shake his grip off, but follow behind him I limp slightly due to only wearing one shoe.
“Change your footwear and I’ll play you a game of air hockey. If you can manage to stand.” Ray grins at me, sitting on the bench portion of the table, watching me slip my shoe off.
“I’m not all that coordinated on my feet, what makes you think this will be any better?” I ask, sliding one skate on after the other, then going back to tie them. Ray just shrugs. My friends really do want to kill me.
After our rousing game of air hockey, which involved me almost falling on my ass three times, me actually falling on my ass once, and me getting hit in the fingers with the puck a whopping four times, Ray and I head back to our table. The races have already finished, so when we get there Frank is complaining about getting his ass beat by a girl. Serves him right. Wait . . . who is he complaining to?
“Gerard?” Both he and Frank look up, each with a grin. I just scowl. My own brother was in on this, too.
“Don’t look so upset Fratellino. You were dragged out here to have fun, not grumble.” I stick my tongue out at him.
“I have nachos!” Someone singsongs, and I see a graceful sideways slide to our table, followed by two plates of nachos, and two drinks being placed on the table top. Our server: Lyn-Z. I should have known; Gerard did say he was going to being with her this weekend.
Lyn-Z plops down in the space next to my brother and Ray and I sit next to Frank.
“So, has Frank told you how I just beat him in the race? I was the only girl in our age group, and I beat him. By a good ten seconds.” Frank doesn’t say anything in response, just runs in fingers over one of the drink cups and flicks the condensation in her direction.
***
I have learned the hard way that skating in skinny jeans isn’t the easiest thing to do. And when you put stuff in the pockets of those skinny jeans, it starts creeping over the line into painful.
With my new knowledge, I roll, fairly slowly, back to the table to deposit the crap in my pockets. My cell phone goes in my shoe with my wallet and all other contents. Then I drape my jacket over it all.
I curse under my breath as I almost fall, going down the two steps that lead back to the rink. I silently thank God for railing. Next to me, a little girl doesn’t quite have the same luck as me. She lands, albeit not hard, on her butt.
I lean forward and down and gently help her back to her feet. She looks up at me, rushes through a quick ‘thanks mister’ and hurries clumsily away.
I’m about to take off myself, when a set of hands catch my hips and hold me in place. My eyes widen. Frank, Ray and Lyn-Z are all skating and Gerard went to the bathroom. Probably to mess with his hair. It’s really sad, considering I’m the gay one. A chest being pressed to my back quickly brings my thoughts back to my current situation.
The firm hands still hold my hips in place and warm breath ghosts across my ear, making me shiver. Fuck. This cannot be happening. Where are my friends?
“Du ser så nydelig.” I can’t figure heads or tales of the sentence, but it’s said with slight fondness, I think, so I decide I’m not just going to die, I’m going to be raped, too.
“Så nydelig,” the voice, husky, definitely male, says again, lips brushing my earlobe. I shiver again and the hands on my hips tighten. I should fight back, yell, draw attention to myself, but I can’t bring my body to listen to my brain.
“Bein, hofter, bryst, ansikt, hud.” Lips kiss my neck, and I squeeze my eyes shut. I never thought I was going to be raped. I have always been so careful, so cautious, and now, in less than five minutes, all of my precautions will be worth nothing.
“Og det er min.” The last word sounds familiar. Min. Bob told me it means ‘my’ in Icelandic. Bob! How am I going to tell him I was raped? I might not even get out of this alive to tell him!
“Min, min, min.” This guy is calling me his! No. Okay body, start fighting back!
“Meg Vakker.” Lips touch my neck again.
“Fuck. Bob?” I squeeze my eyes shut tighter. I really hope I’m right. Instead of an answer, the lips are back on my neck.
My body finally catches up to the order my brain made, and I turn, pulling the hands from my hips. I think that alone is an accomplishment considering these skates weight about five pounds each. I ready myself, preparing in case this is some creepy old guy who really wants to have his way with me.
Instead of the old creeper I had promised myself would be there, I see sparkling blue eyes and a wide smile. Bob.
The next thing I do it smack him.
So, rough translation:
Du ser så nydelig - you are so lovely
så nydelig - so lovely
Bein, hofter, bryst, ansikt, hud - legs, hips, chest, face, skin
Og det er min - and it is mine
Min, min, min - mine, mine, mine