Scandinavian Hands (9/??)
Title:Scandinavian Hands
Author: i_am_a_werewolf
Rating: PG13 (maybe)
Pairing: Mikey/Bob with a side of Gerard Lyn-Z and a hint of Ray/Frank because it's fun to make people gay
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.
“What the fuck are you doing here? What were you thinking? I thought I was going to get raped! You are such an dick!” I yell toward Bob. My palm stings slightly from where it made contact with Bob’s cheek, but I ignore it. I’m too furious.
“Mikey, do you know how sexy you sound when you talk in another language?” Bob asks, his hands going to my hips, gently tugging me closer.
My angers ebbs away slightly at the tone of his voice. “I, I was speaking another language?” Maybe that was for the better. There are a lot of little kids here, and I don’t want any moms to glare at me. Mommy glares are pretty scary.
“Yeah. Italian. And it makes me want to just pin you to a wall, and do things that could get us both in trouble. But, because I know I can’t right now, I’ll have to settle with answering your questions. I’m here because Frank asked me to come. I thought it would be a nice surprise, just coming up to you and whispering how beautiful you are in your ear. I figured you’d know it was me. I mean, how many other people speak Norwegian in this town? Oh, and I may be a dick, but that just means you want me inside you.” My cheeks heat up as Bob leans in a kisses me. The rest of my angers disappears, I’m just glad Bob’s still allowed to see me after that encounter with his dad yesterday.
Over the speakers, the DJ (or whatever he is), calls out that couples skate is about to start, so all the love birds should get their booties out on the rink.
“Also, did you really think I would let my boyfriend have to do couples skate alone?” Bob asks, and I just shake my head dumbly. I don’t even care about couples skate. Standing here, kissing Bob sounds much better. However, before I can voice my thoughts, Bob is lacing his fingers with mine and rolling forward. I glance down to his feet, which are clad in black roller blades with green clasps. Am I the only one who has to wear these clunky skates?
“Come on,” Bob coaxes, leading me onto the rink.
***
“This doesn’t seem like a good song for this sort of thing,” Frank complains. He’s skating with Ray, his right hand in Ray’s left. “I mean, isn’t it about Kanye not wanting this girl to love another guy because he knows he’s the best for her, no matter what she says?”
Bob tilts his head forward to look at Frank. “Actually, no,” Bob explains, “It’s about Kanye loving this girl, but he knows that everyone is against it, so he’s saying for her to hold on, and just wait for the time to be right because his love is true, and he wants her to understand that.” Frank just looks puzzled for a moment before breaking hands with Ray and skating ahead, turning around and giving a ‘come hither’ look to the brunet, crooking his finger, effectively ending the conversation.
I just laugh.
“Do they know how obviously gay they’re being? Like, it doesn’t even look like a show anymore.” Bob’s only been around them a week, and he already sees how much they like each other.
“I think they figure that they can goof off and make the other realize their feelings. They just are too oblivious to notice those feelings are already there.” I pull my hand away momentarily to wipe it on my jeans. As I do this, Bob is turning around, skating while facing me.
“What to learn to skate backwards?” He asks, taking both of my hands in his.
“Have you not noticed how uncoordinated I am on my feet? Let alone on skates?” Skating backwards might kill us both.
“Don’t fret Meg Vakker. You should take risks, here.” He raises his arms, causing me to raise mine like and physical echo. Then, Bob does this weird twist, and I’m backwards, my arms crossed in front of me.
“This is such a bad idea.” I say, but Bob just ignores it. I keep watching our feet as he leads backwards around a bend.
“See, you’re doing really well,” Bob murmurs, and I feel it more than I hear it, which makes me shiver. Apparently, I can’t multitask, because the shiver makes my feet falter, knocking my skate with Bob, and I stumble, fall, and take Bob with me.
“Told you this was a bad idea, “ I whine, attempting to stand. Bob is already on his feet, holding his hand out to me. “And now my ass hurts.” One more thing to add to my list: skating.
“Well, I could always kiss it better,” My cheeks heat up, and I won’t look Bob in the eye. Instead, I state that we should find the others and head home, because we’re all going to be tired and sore tomorrow.
***
When we get to the cars, I realize Bob is staying over. So, my friends and brother have a conniption because I spend to much time with Bob, then they have him spend the night with me. Fucking hypocrites, the lot of them.
I decide to ride with Bob anyway. Well, that and I’m more or less forced. Frank really is strong for his size.
***
“I’ve never made out with someone in front of my parents,” Lyn-Z claims, shooting both Bob and I looks. The blond brings his cup to his lips, taking a drink. His cheeks are light pink, and I stare back at Lyn-Z.
I knew this would come up. On the ride back, I was texting her, telling her about the incident with Bob and his father, and I should have realized that she would say something now that we’re playing “I Never.”
“Well, I’ve never wanted to or gotten a piercing below the belt,” I look purposefully back at her. Gerard does, too.
“Revenge is a dish best served cold. And I know where you sleep.” Lyn-Z says to me over the edge of her cup. Frank has to bite back a laugh.
After a very brief beating of Frank by Gerard and a pillow, the game continues with Ray claiming that he’s never gone skinny dipping. Five more rounds pass without incident, unless you count Ray picking up Frank and attempting to lock him in the bathroom, which I don’t because it’s not really the worst Ray has done to Frank. After Frank escapes, he sits on the opposite side of our make shift circle, hiding behind Lyn-Z.
From behind his human shield, he says, “I’m bored of this game. Let’s play Truth or Dare instead.” We are all a little more than slightly buzzed, so we agree and down the remaining contents of our cups.
“I’m gonna go first!” Frank exclaims, leaning over Lyn-Z’s shoulder. “Bob, truth or dare?” The blond thinks for a moment, chewing on his lip ring. I probably shouldn’t find it as hot as I do.
“Dare.” Without thinking, I lean onto his shoulder.
“I dare you to so something you’ve never done before.”
“I get to choose what?” Frank nods, and Lyn-Z reaches up to her shoulder to pet his hair. “Well, I’ve never made out with someone with a lip ring…” Bob is staring at Frank’s mouth, and Frank. Frank’s got a shit eating grin plastered on his face. I look from Bob to Frank and back. I barely catch Gerard glancing at me from the corner of my eye before I’m standing.
Why would Bob even imply something like that? I don’t stop to ask, just storm from the room, heading directly up the stairs to my room.
“Mikey! Where are you going?” It’s Bob, yelling at me from the bottom of the stairs, but I ignore him.
Once inside, I prop a chair against my bedroom door, because the lock has been busted for years and I don’t want anyone coming in. I collapse on my bed and shove the headphones connected to my ipod on. I turn the volume up full blast, so if anyone knocks on my door and yells for me, I can’t hear it.
Even with the music as loud as it is, I can’t drown out the thoughts of Bob and Frank kissing. My best friend and my boyfriend. Maybe they would be better suited for each other anyway.
Author: i_am_a_werewolf
Rating: PG13 (maybe)
Pairing: Mikey/Bob with a side of Gerard Lyn-Z and a hint of Ray/Frank because it's fun to make people gay
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.
“What the fuck are you doing here? What were you thinking? I thought I was going to get raped! You are such an dick!” I yell toward Bob. My palm stings slightly from where it made contact with Bob’s cheek, but I ignore it. I’m too furious.
“Mikey, do you know how sexy you sound when you talk in another language?” Bob asks, his hands going to my hips, gently tugging me closer.
My angers ebbs away slightly at the tone of his voice. “I, I was speaking another language?” Maybe that was for the better. There are a lot of little kids here, and I don’t want any moms to glare at me. Mommy glares are pretty scary.
“Yeah. Italian. And it makes me want to just pin you to a wall, and do things that could get us both in trouble. But, because I know I can’t right now, I’ll have to settle with answering your questions. I’m here because Frank asked me to come. I thought it would be a nice surprise, just coming up to you and whispering how beautiful you are in your ear. I figured you’d know it was me. I mean, how many other people speak Norwegian in this town? Oh, and I may be a dick, but that just means you want me inside you.” My cheeks heat up as Bob leans in a kisses me. The rest of my angers disappears, I’m just glad Bob’s still allowed to see me after that encounter with his dad yesterday.
Over the speakers, the DJ (or whatever he is), calls out that couples skate is about to start, so all the love birds should get their booties out on the rink.
“Also, did you really think I would let my boyfriend have to do couples skate alone?” Bob asks, and I just shake my head dumbly. I don’t even care about couples skate. Standing here, kissing Bob sounds much better. However, before I can voice my thoughts, Bob is lacing his fingers with mine and rolling forward. I glance down to his feet, which are clad in black roller blades with green clasps. Am I the only one who has to wear these clunky skates?
“Come on,” Bob coaxes, leading me onto the rink.
***
“This doesn’t seem like a good song for this sort of thing,” Frank complains. He’s skating with Ray, his right hand in Ray’s left. “I mean, isn’t it about Kanye not wanting this girl to love another guy because he knows he’s the best for her, no matter what she says?”
Bob tilts his head forward to look at Frank. “Actually, no,” Bob explains, “It’s about Kanye loving this girl, but he knows that everyone is against it, so he’s saying for her to hold on, and just wait for the time to be right because his love is true, and he wants her to understand that.” Frank just looks puzzled for a moment before breaking hands with Ray and skating ahead, turning around and giving a ‘come hither’ look to the brunet, crooking his finger, effectively ending the conversation.
I just laugh.
“Do they know how obviously gay they’re being? Like, it doesn’t even look like a show anymore.” Bob’s only been around them a week, and he already sees how much they like each other.
“I think they figure that they can goof off and make the other realize their feelings. They just are too oblivious to notice those feelings are already there.” I pull my hand away momentarily to wipe it on my jeans. As I do this, Bob is turning around, skating while facing me.
“What to learn to skate backwards?” He asks, taking both of my hands in his.
“Have you not noticed how uncoordinated I am on my feet? Let alone on skates?” Skating backwards might kill us both.
“Don’t fret Meg Vakker. You should take risks, here.” He raises his arms, causing me to raise mine like and physical echo. Then, Bob does this weird twist, and I’m backwards, my arms crossed in front of me.
“This is such a bad idea.” I say, but Bob just ignores it. I keep watching our feet as he leads backwards around a bend.
“See, you’re doing really well,” Bob murmurs, and I feel it more than I hear it, which makes me shiver. Apparently, I can’t multitask, because the shiver makes my feet falter, knocking my skate with Bob, and I stumble, fall, and take Bob with me.
“Told you this was a bad idea, “ I whine, attempting to stand. Bob is already on his feet, holding his hand out to me. “And now my ass hurts.” One more thing to add to my list: skating.
“Well, I could always kiss it better,” My cheeks heat up, and I won’t look Bob in the eye. Instead, I state that we should find the others and head home, because we’re all going to be tired and sore tomorrow.
***
When we get to the cars, I realize Bob is staying over. So, my friends and brother have a conniption because I spend to much time with Bob, then they have him spend the night with me. Fucking hypocrites, the lot of them.
I decide to ride with Bob anyway. Well, that and I’m more or less forced. Frank really is strong for his size.
***
“I’ve never made out with someone in front of my parents,” Lyn-Z claims, shooting both Bob and I looks. The blond brings his cup to his lips, taking a drink. His cheeks are light pink, and I stare back at Lyn-Z.
I knew this would come up. On the ride back, I was texting her, telling her about the incident with Bob and his father, and I should have realized that she would say something now that we’re playing “I Never.”
“Well, I’ve never wanted to or gotten a piercing below the belt,” I look purposefully back at her. Gerard does, too.
“Revenge is a dish best served cold. And I know where you sleep.” Lyn-Z says to me over the edge of her cup. Frank has to bite back a laugh.
After a very brief beating of Frank by Gerard and a pillow, the game continues with Ray claiming that he’s never gone skinny dipping. Five more rounds pass without incident, unless you count Ray picking up Frank and attempting to lock him in the bathroom, which I don’t because it’s not really the worst Ray has done to Frank. After Frank escapes, he sits on the opposite side of our make shift circle, hiding behind Lyn-Z.
From behind his human shield, he says, “I’m bored of this game. Let’s play Truth or Dare instead.” We are all a little more than slightly buzzed, so we agree and down the remaining contents of our cups.
“I’m gonna go first!” Frank exclaims, leaning over Lyn-Z’s shoulder. “Bob, truth or dare?” The blond thinks for a moment, chewing on his lip ring. I probably shouldn’t find it as hot as I do.
“Dare.” Without thinking, I lean onto his shoulder.
“I dare you to so something you’ve never done before.”
“I get to choose what?” Frank nods, and Lyn-Z reaches up to her shoulder to pet his hair. “Well, I’ve never made out with someone with a lip ring…” Bob is staring at Frank’s mouth, and Frank. Frank’s got a shit eating grin plastered on his face. I look from Bob to Frank and back. I barely catch Gerard glancing at me from the corner of my eye before I’m standing.
Why would Bob even imply something like that? I don’t stop to ask, just storm from the room, heading directly up the stairs to my room.
“Mikey! Where are you going?” It’s Bob, yelling at me from the bottom of the stairs, but I ignore him.
Once inside, I prop a chair against my bedroom door, because the lock has been busted for years and I don’t want anyone coming in. I collapse on my bed and shove the headphones connected to my ipod on. I turn the volume up full blast, so if anyone knocks on my door and yells for me, I can’t hear it.
Even with the music as loud as it is, I can’t drown out the thoughts of Bob and Frank kissing. My best friend and my boyfriend. Maybe they would be better suited for each other anyway.